Gaming with Charlie and Brett.

Let me set the mood.

It's the late summer of two thousand and eight.  I am an unemployed, nineteen year old, Half ass attempting community college, logging my three hundredth hour into Final fantasy X on a borrowed system, because its the only game I owned.  I live at home, in my mother's basement.  I am driven to class, at seven in the morning, Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  I am picked up at six in the evening.  The rest of the week I preform yard work, clean the house, anything to earn my keep. Against my mother's genuine attempts at parenting, I have a history of violence, drugs, and general disdain for life.  I would have a car but I managed to wreck it, without insurance, intoxicated on stolen painkillers and the hormones of a teenager on the harsh end of a break up. 


Now forgive me, I have rent to pay, a girlfriend to keep happy, and a horde of orcs that don't quite know yet what strong allies I have.

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