I Survived 100 Days of Hardcore Question of Day, read the title, with an grainy photo of a wrinkled mug resting as the video's thumbail. This is what I've been staring at for the past few hours, trying my hardest to fight off the urge to click. I knew what that old man had warned me about, I knew there was something wrong, but the feeling of a mug breathing on the back of my neck, I just can't focus.