Help! I’ve been enticed by the demon ACCENTUS1 into buying a video game and plunging into its unending depths. And I mean unending — it’s one of those old school RPG games with hundreds of hours of content and endless “replayability” for a mind as weak and tortured as mine: a truly abyssal maze. Just enough story to fool my addle-brain into thinking it isn’t much different from reading a book, and just enough stat-math strategy to eat away my idle thoughts and bend them toward contemplations of the “perfect” character. In short, a perfect drug for this 39 year old Dad with responsibilities and aspirations. In moderate doses, a release of tension; but what is the promise of moderation except a justification for excess?
And it was on SALE too, heaven preserve us.
Oh well, here’s some comics.
CHAPTER EIGHT, PART 15
In which dreams are made real.
←FROMWARD
ONWARD! →
That’s all for now! I’ve got to go waste my time fighting imaginary monsters. They aren’t going TO FIGHT THEMSELVES NOW ARE THEY??
— Ben
“Stress“
Haha! Have fun! LMK when you need an excorcism. I could use one for online jigsaw puzzles. Lol.