A friend gave me a prompt saying ‘Hey, write this’ and I said I’d do my best.

Werner's grip on reality isn't that great, and to be violently shoved into a new gaming world doesn't really help him at all.

Every party needs a little excitement.

I just wanted to project my rotten feelings into a character.

Earth can be pretty rough for a man who's mind wasn't meant for this. (Based off of the lyrics of Bastille's song Lethargy, "There's an English man up in space these days /Floating in awe and wonder ...

The champion wasn't always this great.

Another boy ready for the fight.

Me and you in these sweet, sweet moments.

The wants and needs of a young woman.

A writer is a magician. But when they talk, is it the same way?

The boy who fell in love with the sun.

Blood on his fists is all he needs.