This is not a comic. This is a story. This is my story. Who am I? I'm.. Huh. I've forgotten who I am. This is tricky. Shall we explore where this setting is first?

The diner. Specifically, Stardust Diner. Our slogan was "ONE LICK AND YOU CAN ALREADY FEEL YOUR TONGUE DISSAPEARING!", Soon changed to "TASTE YOUR DEATH!" Either one attracted customers, and even if the second version was more effective, I've always preffered the first draft. I could never let it go, it was always my favorite. Though yet again, I did tend to be idiotic and

and

I forgot.

I do that.

I forget.

I lose thought.

I lose memory.

I lose myself.

I lose ourselves.

I'm the elader.

I'm dyingwe

We'vre dhning

...

Sorry.

Another one is gone.

The diner is gone.

The diner started everything, my problems, my existance.

His existance.

Our existance.

The existance.

Do not eat there, I beg of you.

It is not comforting.

It is not helpful.

It is hurtful.

Deadly.

An overdosing alchaholicd

Do not finish such comic.

Such story.

Such life.

Such...

Endings.

Continue, I beg.

Please.

And thank you.

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