Let any gamer who meets my gaze learn the true meaning of fear, for I am the harbinger of death, the bane of creatures in turn-based combat. My keyboard is true and unwavering. As I cast myself into this digital abyss, a man, scorned by this uncaring earth finds solace in the pixels. My only friend, the finger upon my mouse, wriggling, wriggling, struggling to surmount the mortal pointlessness that permeates this barren world. I am alone. I am empty. and yet, I gam mak. ... Oh, hey \n[1]. I'm just preparing to work on the follow-up to my game. Got to get myself in the mindset, you know?