Everything in this world is magic, except for the magician.

I was reminiscing back to the isometric hyperactive days of Fallout Tactics, when I thought it was a great idea to start a clan. Gone are those slap happy sh!t talking days of crudely leading a bunch of anarchists, indulging in rebellious activities, as fun as they were.

This group is more of a hang out, because we all have lives now. Yes, unsurprisingly the nerd way of life can lead to a wholesome experience. It is difficult to find time to invest in this pro-gamer delusion of sitting on our butts whilst pew-pewing with laser accuracy, all thanks to our shiny Razer mice. Thanks for the sub, thanks for the follow, thanks for farting, thanks for washing your hands after pooping.

Is the dream still alive?

Maybe there is untapped potential.

Right now, I'm waiting for my coffee to brew.

devilhood.