You found out you only have a year left to live. What do you do?

You found out you only have a year left to live. What do you do?

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Lose my virginity, prepare some dark joke for my death, clean my room fully and PC so family wouldn't have to see my stuff, sell everything and just wait

Move back to my home state to be near mom and dad. Coast for the rest of the year spending money on petty shit I think will give me fulfillment like operas or meals with friends.

Spend time with my family more and live life. Then in my final days, I go ape shit.

Make a will etc.

Find a way to manufacture a global pandemic and take everyone with me through discreetly spreading highly toxic incurable untraceable chemicals.

Something involving a ridiculous amount of dynamite.

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probably celebrate

>Guinness World Record of dynamite in asshole set by user

Row a boat from north america to Australia and become a bushman. Take on the accent as best as I can and become a local legend, like bigfoot. I will join a troop of hop rats and learn their language Getting jumped will take on a whole new meaning. Me and the jump rats will take more and more land as the toxic toads do the same from the other coast until all out war breaks out. Me and all the jump rats will be hopped up on dmt to ensure the gods will speak through us all, clearly. Our resolve unshakable. The few humez will watch the battle through parascopes breaching the dirt as they hide in terror in their survival bunker shelters. I will leap off the back of my leading general hopping rat and fall atop the king of the toads piercing it's blackened heart with the spear of boondagi, given to me with by the natives, infused with the power of their ancestors and blessed by our gods. The thrust so powerful that it shakes the earth to the core as Steve Irwin appears in the sky giving me a crikey and thumbs up. My deed done, the timer elapsed and due, I'll collapse into the arms of my general and tell him that in hop we will find our purpose. The hop rat general being so blasted by the dmt interprets this wisdom as a greenlight to begin mass producing and intaking beer, essentially re-inhabiting Australia with what we have today. At my grave-site they erect a monument, a tall one. My legacy.

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