I was only nine years old. I loved Gambit so much, I had all the titles and triumphs. I'd pray to Drifter every night before I go to bed, thanking for the loot I've been given. "Gambit is love", I would say, "Gambit is life". My dad hears me and calls me a maggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Gambit. I called him a snitch. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Drifter. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "Scorn approaching". He grabs me with his powerful Stasis hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Drifter. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Infamy. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Drifter. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his engrams. My dad walks in. Drifter looks him straight in the eye, and says, "Invader, incoming!". Drifter leaves through my window. Gambit is love. Gambit is life.