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The following account is the only surviving evidence supporting the existence of Necrosleep.net. The blog data was downloaded by a concerned reader just before it vanished from the internet in 2014. The data was not recovered until 9 years passed. These are the final moments of Reed Murdock, written in his own words.

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My Disconnected Life

Blog author: Reed Murdock

October 16th, 2014

Hey guys, so I've decided to start a blog about my new life. Most of you reading this are probably my friends and acquaintances, but for the rest of you I'll expose a little bit about myself. My name's Reed, I just moved out of my stupid parents' basement (thank God) and now I'm pursuing my own life where no one can push me around anymore. Technically I'm the one who ditched the place, but they all but kicked me out beforehand. Nobody gives a damn about a "crackhead" like me, not even my parents. Not that I care.

Anyways, I'm doing my own thing now. I had to give up a few luxuries, my Mom's hellacious cooking not worthy of being called a luxury. I'd much rather live off discount ramen noodles anyways. Sometimes I'll even have corn on the side when I'm feeling extra fancy.

Speaking of fancy, I'll admit my apartment is anything but. It's the cheapest one I could find, in fact. I find the saying "you get what you pay for" to be especially true when I'm trying to sleep to the lulling sound of what I can only guess is some old lady getting mugged in the dark alleyway next door. My ghetto sanctuary consists of one living room, a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a closet. The walls are practically made of cardboard and the carpet is stained with God knows what, but it's good enough for me.

Living with me is my poor excuse for a cat named Twig. She's one of those weird hairless breeds, and in turn, a real conversation piece. I'm often asked why the cat's turned inside out, or if she was the victim of some perverse taxidermy project gone wrong.

As shoddy as my life seems, living on the cheap has its benefits. My cost of living is next to nothing, so I can make enough money to survive by doing odd jobs on the internet without ever leaving the house. I spend half of the month writing bogus reviews for products I've never used and filling out surveys on political issues I know nothing about, then spend the other half surfing the web and watching pirated reruns of The X-Files. I don't even have to pay for internet service thanks to my neighbors' complete failure to secure their Wi-Fi hotspot. I bet their data overages are through the roof now. Oh well, not my problem.

I'll be updating this blog every day or two if I'm up to anything interesting. Thanks for reading this boring crap, hopefully my life will get a little more exciting in the days to come.

-Reed

October 18th, 2014

I've decided to do something unusual. It's 3AM and I intend to stay up all night, caffeinated beverages at my side. Why am I doing this, you ask? Because I'm permanently switching to a nocturnal sleep schedule. In other words, I'll be sleeping during the day instead of the night. I have a number of good reasons for doing this:

1. There's less people out at night, so leaving the building won't be such a dreaded thing.

2. Sunlight gives you cancer, right?

3. Screw social norms.

4. The internet speed seems to increase substantially after midnight.

5. It's a free country, I don't even need reasons.

Also, I ran into this cool forum called Nocturnal Underground. Naturally, it's full of sun-loathing recluses and cynical misanthropes like me. How perfect. I registered straight away and found the forum-dwellers to be very welcoming. It's not the most famous of internet destinations, more of a tight-knit hole in the wall for a very obscure subculture.