As a giant orange streak of lit up the night sky, I feared for my life. The meteorite crashed into the woods, and the sky turned orange. A deafening explosion erupted. Several mile radius of trees and buildings were flattened instantly. The wood was ablaze with burning and flattened trees. Clouds of smoke mushroomed from the woods and danced into the sky. A huge, circular and deep pit had formed in the heart of the woods. Sounds of demonic cries and inhuman howls echoed through the depths of the crater. I could sense the monster's anticipation and hunger, as it scuttled and rattled through the dense camouflage of trees and shadows. An impending sense of dread and adrenaline kicked into my body. I swallowed hard, tightened my fist and prepared to fight to the death.
Nothing was going to stand in Deadline's way; it was hell-bent on my destruction. I was still in my house when it had finally arrived to the city. A giant silhouette had blocked out the moon, casting a blanket of darkness across the entire city. A monster growled my name, “Pon!” I heard its thunderous footsteps approaching, and the sound of buildings and concrete crumbling beneath its feet. Piercing screams of horror and agony filled the atmosphere, as unsuspecting civilians were crushed and devoured by avalanche of debris. The stench of blood, burning gasoline and death crept into my nose. In a few minutes, the dark mass would descend a upon me and obliterate my house. It was only few blocks away now. I dashed into the dimly-lit basement, feverishly looking for shelter and weapons. Except for a few cardboard boxes and a broomstick, the basement was otherwise empty. Outside my house I heard a series of power pole snapping. The lights in the room went out silently. Concrete and steelworks collapsed onto me. I felt a sharp and traumatic explosion in my head. My mind slipped into the abyss.
Just when I had least expected Deadline's arrival, the monster emerged without warning and mercilessly slaughtered me. The personification of deadline, a monster who hunts me down when I use up my time, reflects my constant battles with time management and self-discipline. If only I had meticulously planned and prepare for Deadline's arrival, I would not have to go through another cycle of emotional turmoil and death. However, I never seem to learn my lesson. Because I always feel like I'm trapped in a video game. I may have been killed an infinite number of times but I was always revived back to life. As a result, I constantly feel compelled to not take deadlines seriously. Although I am aware of my problem, I simply can't find the solution. I am a victim trapped in a world where time is either untameable or irrelevant.
As my lifeless body lies trapped beneath the rubble, I contemplate after how many reincarnation will I finally learn to take Deadline seriously. Sadly, my mind will discard the thought when the video game revives my inanimate body. When will I learn? Will physical death be final lesson I learn?
