As long as the night is dark and full of terrors, people will want to riddle those terrors with lots of bullets. And they'll need people to sell those bullets! Like you!
Hiding typewriters everywhere is just a side-hobby really...
You were floating in the perfect blackness of NOTHING slowly losing yourself before some weird red text decided to put giving you a headache on its priority list.
So here you are, playing games with rules you can't quite comprehend, earning time you don't really know what to do with. Nursing a grudge size of a well-fed Leviathan, too.