I cannot remember what my life was like before strawberry. Every day I play at least once per hour. I gradually have developed a strawberry theme of my own, finding new strawberry themed products everyday. The milk in my morning coffee has been replaced by strawberry milk. Strawberry lemonade is my go-to soft drink now. I use strawberry shampoo and soap.
My bedsheets and wallpaper is now strawberry themed. I use strawberry perfume. All I eat now is strawberrys and strawberry cake. The last time I ate meat is now a distant memory. At night, I see the forest leading me to the cottage, before waking upon tripping on a stone.
Someone told me to stop playing, and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was covered in a bright, strawberry red juice.
I saw God, and they were a strawberry.