At that point, I would rather just quit playing early than waste my time, you know?

So kill yourself, champ.

You won't though. Because you understand that what you have right now is pretty precious - much too precious to throw away because of a tantrum. And that's all you're having is a tantrum. You're the toddler who eats the whole candy bar and then flips his shit when it's all gone. Well, tough. You should be grateful that you got the whole candy bar.

You're alive right now, sport. Do you know how many people are NOT? How many people died of childhood illnesses before their fifth birthday? How many people bled out in a wet field dying for another man's cause? But not you. Today you're alive. You can go have a banana split or rub one out in your favourite sock. Do you know how lucky you are?

But no, you want to have a tantrum because you don't get to remain alive indefinitely. You want the candy bar to regrow itself. TOUGH.

Get over it. Stop acting like an entitled theist who believes he's a unique snowflake that a sky daddy made super special and that gets to live forever and ever and ever amen even though he's just like those billions and billions of other snowflakes. You ain't special. You ain't unique. You're just really lucky.

Go watch a Ghibli movie, go listen to some Mozart, go eat a motherfuckin' cookie and show a little gratitude that you have a tongue and a set of functioning eyes, you punk. Of course you're going to die but everyone dies! Difference is that lucky you won't die in a concentration camp, murdered by goose-stepping twats. You won't die because you stubbed your toe and it got infected. You won't die because a sabretoothed tiger bit off your dick.

You're lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky!