Old man Billy had everything a man could desire: wealth that could buy kingdoms, power
that could bend the will of nations, and a legacy that stretched across continents. Yet, for
all his riches, there was one thing he couldn't conquer—death. The specter of his own
mortality haunted him in every quiet moment, lurking like a shadow at the edge of his
consciousness, growing darker with each passing year. Death, the great equalizer, cared nothing
for his fortune or his influence. And that terrified him.
Billy had always believed that somewhere, somehow, someone would find a way to cheat death.
The same way many of the world's mysteries have been unraveled through innovative tech and
ideas. After all, what couldn't be achieved with enough money and determination? But as the
years wore on, even his immense wealth couldn't buy him the immortality he so desperately
sought. The walls of his luxurious mansion began to feel like a gilded cage, trapping him with
his own decaying body and the inevitable countdown of his days.
His mind, once sharp and unyielding, became a prison of fear. Psychologists diagnosed him with
death anxiety, a condition that gnawed at his sanity like a relentless beast. But what truly
unsettled him was something far more sinister: sygast disorder, a creeping sensation that he no
longer belonged among the living. He felt as though his soul was already halfway to the grave, as
if life itself had become a cruel joke—a waiting room for death.Every moment felt like an
illusion, designed to distract him from the inescapable certainty of the end.
Billy wasn't alone in his despair. Across the world, a growing number of the wealthy elite shared
his disillusionment. They had seen it all, done it all, and found that the world held no more
surprises. The thrill of new discoveries had faded, leaving behind a bleak landscape of repetition
and monotony. In their eyes, life had become an endless cycle of birth and death, devoid of
meaning.
So, they devised a plan—radical, absurd, and utterly terrifying. If they couldn't escape death,
they would embrace it on their own terms. Together, they formed a pact, a brotherhood of the
doomed, who would live their final days in hedonistic abandon before ending it all in one grand,
defiant act of suicide. But for Billy, this wasn't enough. The idea of dying alone, forgotten by
history, was the one thing more horrifying than death itself. If he was going to die, he would take
the entire world with him.
Thus, the Suicide Revolution was born.
It began as a whisper among the elite, a dark conspiracy that soon spread like wildfire. The
wealthy tycoons, with all their resources and influence, began to push their suicidal agenda onto
the masses. Those who opposed them—governments, rival moguls, and even ordinary citizens—were swiftly silenced by a ruthless organisation known as the sweepers,rumored to be funded by none other than old man Billy himself.
Country by country ,the revolution spread,infecting the globe with a deadly ideology that promised peace through oblivion. The world teered on the edge of self destruction, held hostage by whims of a few deranged billionaires who sought to drag humanity into the abyss alongside them.
And so the fate of humanity rested in the hands of a man who feared death more than anything, a man determined to leave a mark on history--by ensuring there was no one left to remember it.
A coward with valued paper..