Utterly Mad

I'm at that moment in my life that I'm so cripplingly bored that I want to do something productive, and yet I sit here eating Utz Fries, drinking root beer, while I stare blankly at my screen as my dwarves carve out the new mead hall.


I could write an SCP tale, start a rough draft for my next short story, make my damn review, do a new let's play, or anything really. But I sit here mouth agape, with my eyes glazed over as I stare at ASCII symbols move and blink on my screen.

It's at that moment that I realized that the Slaves of Armok are the ones who play the game.