Choose no life. Chose no career. Choose no family.
Choose a fucking big computer, powerfull graphic cards, huge screens, drawing tablets.
Choose electrical coffee machines. Choose no sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance.
Choose no friends. Choose sneakers and hawai shirts.
Choose chairs for your office in range of fucking fabrics.
Choose radiosity and wondering why the fuck it sitll isn't done after the weekend.
Choose sitting in that swivel chair looking at mind-numbling, spirit-crushing test renderings.
Choose stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all in some miserable 3d channelor forum,
nothing more than an embarreassment to the selfish, fucked up looser who seeks the button to make the perfect human characters.