The date is 12/12/12 and everyone seems to be talking about one topic only - the end of the world. To tell you the truth I couldn't care less. My world has ended a few weeks ago when I got kicked out of university. I'm not mad or sad about it. After all, it was my own fault. However everything I've been doing, my daily routine, my friends, my (non)learning... all that is a distant past now. To make things worse, my current job hunting period fills me with nothing but uncertainty. I wasn't able to find a single interview today that I could go to, and so I have another empty, lazy, and boring day ahead of me.
At least that's what I have thought. At exactly 12:12 a stranger visited me, introduced himself as the creator of this world. He invaded my apartment and demands I help him set up a celebration of the world's end.
