A World without String is Chaos

Fred was going to do the thing. Suicide.Not a pleasant word. Fred liked to call it rage quit. He was going to jam a knife into his neck. The type you peel apples with. When suddenly!This ordinary knife was actually something else.“I cut the strings of fate that bind you mortals to your destiny.”What the $&@# does that mean. Join Fred to figure out what the $&@# that means...