Life is weird in so many different ways. It begins without you being able to give any input, could end randomly with no warning, and is just full of things both inane and insane. I much prefer the solace of video games, especially RPGs. I get full control of a person, can flesh out their every attribute both physical and personality wise, I can be something I’m not like a brave warrior saving the land from a terrible force. Or at the very least I can be a functioning member of society with some measure of social skills. 

      So, instead of being Hero McStrongArms slayer of dragons and demons, I am Chuck Varros slayer of hot pockets and taquitos. Don’t think I’m a total loser though, I mean I do still live my parents, but I do have a job. It’s only a gig selling sneakers in the mall, nothing fancy, but hey it’s better than nothing. The job allows me to fund my own gaming addiction and I do shave, so I’m not a complete neckbeard but let’s be honest there is a lot of room for improvement.

      Why am I telling you all this? Fair enough, I haven’t given you much of a reason to care about who I am yet. Well, this may be difficult to believe but I am about to become the single most important person in the world. Stick with me for a bit, you’ll understand later and I promise it won’t be the work of some artifact, mystical spell, or some other Mcguffin. Even when I do explain it, you still probably won’t believe it. I still don’t.

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     Most mornings start off exactly the same; me groaning because I wasted another 7 hours that I should’ve been sleeping buried in The Cinder Lands an open-world RPG that’s exactly as nerdy as it sounds. There’s just something about being able to travel the lands as a fierce knight saving damsels that’s much more compelling than being a pastey-faced 20-something. That might just be me though.