I was born in a log cabin some 18 ought 72 years ago. The winters were harsh, the summers brutal, and the springs downright satisfactory. Every day I would wake up and have to strangle a deer to death with my bear hands for food, and every night I would cry myself to sleep. Then, one day a rouge bear killed me while I was sleeping.....wait...sorry...I was thinking of something completly different. Let me start over. Im Jacob and I play video games.