This morning, four updates. Four more during the day. I'll strive to surpass eight updates—then it'll be twelve. Pighead can't promise twelve updates right now. This isn't playing coy, and it isn't a ploy to beg for votes. It's because there are no drafts left, so I don't dare guarantee it.
But Pighead will do everything possible to go mad to the very end on this final day of double rewards. Eight updates are certain; twelve, I'll do my best.
Pighead's half-dead philosophy: half-dead from hunger, half-dead from thirst, half-dead from exhaustion, half-dead from pain, half-dead from weariness, half-dead from sleepiness, half-dead from a swollen brain, half-dead from updating until my eyes blur... The clinical symptoms are: eyes that won't open, ears that can't hear clearly, too lazy to lift my head, too lazy to raise my hands, too lazy to move my legs, too lazy to open my mouth. Hunched back, sagging waist, bent knees—if I can sit, I'll never stand; if I can stand, I'll never walk. When I walk, I dawdle; my feet scraping the ground is practically street-sweeping.
Pighead's philosophy of happiness: when hungry, thinking of your happiness; when thirsty, thinking of your happiness; when tired, thinking of your happiness; when in pain, thinking of your happiness; when weary, thinking of your happiness; when sleepy, thinking of your happiness; when my brain swells, thinking of your happiness; when updating leaves Pighead's eyes blurred—happiness! The clinical symptoms are: on the final day of double rewards, this demonic madness; Pighead still has the soaring fighting spirit to challenge it!
Give me motivation, give me encouragement, give me emotion—give me what I want.
On this final day of double monthly votes, let's keep fighting.
Please vote with your monthly tickets!
Without going mad, one cannot live.
Without going mad,