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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career.
Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose a three-piece suite on higher purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sittin' on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game-shows stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rottin' away at the end of it all, pissin' your last in a miserable home nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you've spawned to replace yourselves.

Choose your future.....Choose life.

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who need reasons when you've got Eve Online? </