Some might say that being a shut-in means becoming the trash of the society. My mind disagrees – my heart agrees.
A lusterless light flickers in my dark room. I’m sitting on my computer chair, my hands on the keyboard. My laptop is an antiquated piece of hardware made from whatever passed for glorious technology in the beginning of the millenium. It used to be a top-notch computer back in the day - big emphasis on used to.
I have a dozen tabs open on my browser: a few webcomics of the action variety, then sites that publish hardware reviews, and, to top it all off, a how-to-guide for poisoning a person - just for the heck of it.
You can probably see that I live a very varied life.
As I’m looking at the screen, I hear a sudden chime - a message has arrived on one of my chatting apps. I click and open Lichcord, a recent gaming app meant for easy conversing with friends. The messager is Daggerlord – one of my friends online.
”Yo, you online?” he