Synopsis
I got a present. ['RANDOM (SSS)–God's Gift' has been delivered.] And not just from anyone — from god himself. ___ When I was little, I had this thought I couldn't shake. Wouldn't it be great if every morning I woke up with a present already in my hands, like Christmas Eve had come and gone while I was sleeping? Then December 2033 rolled around. "The hell?" I woke up in my cramped rented room, teeth chattering because I'd been too cheap to run the heating, and there it was — a present sitting in my hands. Not from Santa. From…
