For some reason the books that get in my hands end up pretty ragged, might be because I am nowadays a slow reader more days than not, at any rate, I have a book and a lot of sleep and a train, not that I have a train but rather I am in a train, gotta get to work early this day.
Sand in my eyes and shades of tanks still forming within my mind, ended up enjoying the heck out of that game, that guy doesn’t speak to me a lot but it looks like he knows me quite well.
Not that I am a hard guy to read, I’m pretty transparent, you should all know this, nonetheless I don’t know how many of you could offer me a game that I end up enjoying that much.
It’s getting harder though.
Anyway, I’m going to work and the train moves blissfully fast. Reading tends to do that for unless it goes awfully slow you just don’t realize if it’s going real fast or moderately fast.
There’s a big line for the bus after the train but it’s still doable and better than walking.
When I get to my goal I am surprised to see I’m not the first one to arrive, long purple hair and leather jacket make for an unmistakeable character, almost one I would design myself in an RPG, but that’s not the case, this is reality where I screw up my camera more often than not, not fiction where I get to repeat the same battle over and over again to grind points and never let one of my unit soldiers to die on my watch.
I end up only providing an artifact like a NPC, at times we all are right? I wonder but I might know the answer for that and the other similar question (Are we all villains of other people stories from time to time?)
I wonder if you -you who come here later and most certainly not today- can see my imitation game, imitating someone far more skilled than I am of course (What sense there is in doing otherwise?).
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