Salutations and warmest greetings. I'm Zombielifecoach, or more simply, ZLC.
For some time now I have been lurking about in the C-Blogs. Like a Megan's Law offender with a pocket full of hard candies, today is the day I make my move and pounce on the 5-year old that is publicly expounding my thoughts. Like most things though, they must start somewhere. So for all intensive purposes this will be not only my intro, but my first foray into the fast-paced, unbridled world of excitement, that is blogging. That being said, let's give you a little background to break some of this ice...
By teenage standards, I am old. 34 to be specific. So many of my memories have become nothing more than foggy gray-washed lapses. I can't quite remember when I started gaming. Twas as a child though. I do
remember playing Oregon Trail in school on a Commadore 64, and being utterly blown away. "I'm trading pemmican with indians! This is unreal!", I thought. Not soon after, my family sold the dog and we purchased the cherry-wood marvel that was the Atari 2600. I played it incessantly. I chewed the rubber joystick cover into a point. It became my best(and only) friend. Through high school, like many of us, systems and games came and went. Bard's Tale
on the Amiga
, The Super NES
changed my life. Interspersed with video games, there was some AD&D(D&D
was for the plebes), under aged drinking, possibly some usage of illicit substances, and the eventual graduation from boyhood to manhood. Having spent the predominance of my time, wasting time
, I had absolutely no worthwhile job skills. So I joined The Marines.
LOOK WHO CAME: