Pyrin

Life is just a big RPG. We acquaint with whomever, we deal with people who suck, everyone is an NPC until we find that one character. We level, we experience and we know our skills can improve or be hampered.

We then just die. But we don’t get a screen that tells us anything because it’s just blackness.

That’s why I consider November an extension of Halloween. Nobody gives a fuck about Thanksgiving except getting fat and watching football. It’s still fall, not too chilly yet but getting there.