Max''s life ended at the psychiatrist. He was talking to the psychiatrist looking for help with his relatively messed up life.


    "And all my anger and hate and stuff" said Max "it just seems to increase and pile on. I cant seem to release any of it. It feels like it''s gathering in the center of my chest"


    At that the psychiatrist perked up. "Your hate and anger and rage feel like its loged in your chest right underneath you sternum?"This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    "Yeah! Is that a thing?"


    "Yes and not many know of it." The psychiatrist knelt in front of Max and placed a hand on his shoulder. "There is somthing I am required to inform you"


    "What?" Asked Max defensively. Suddenly he felt somthing slam into his chest and he heard the sound of glass shatter. He looked down and saw the psychiatrist''s hand sticking through his chest. The last thing he heard was


    "Welcome to The Game."


    And then he blew up.