Psycho Crab

*evil crab noises* I can't begin to imagine the sort of apocalypse that wiped out humanity and build a giant playground to hell in its stead, but this bastard crab clearly doesn't care. I'd throw myself off a building but I'm too uncoordinated to get up there.

This is diabolical. The description was apt. I fell down. A lot. And will continue to do so. After the dozenth time watching my own limbs float away from me, I came to a zen realization, that the simplicity on the surface belies a deeper meaning, an existential Sisyphean crawl towards a rumor I have never touched. I have barely begun, but will continue this struggle until I have achieved whatever it is that passes for enlightenment in an unhinged crustacean, and reach this rumored, but as yet untasted, sushi nirvana. There are checkpoints, but no real way to gauge progress - am I 1% through my struggle? 5%? Is it eternal? There is no earthly way of knowing, and I think that is how it is meant to be. Just a crab, a couple of claws, and a rolling, clawing, maddening march towards a treasure I cannot even perceive. Accursed or blessed, I do not know - I only wsth to know what lies beyond that next soul-crushing plummet.