I'm tall, Scottish, and I have a very large forehead. ------------YOU WILL OBEY THE FOREHEAD------------ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Choose life. Choose a game. Choose a career path. Choose an avatar. Choose a fast internet connection. Choose weapon management, guild quests, PvP and electrical spell scrolls. Choose high health, low MP and item storage. Choose fixed price item payments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends list. Choose leisure wear and matching armour. Choose a leveling business to hire your avatar and make your game experience bland. Choose 'farming' and wondering where the heck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on a computer chair, watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing random battles, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable cave, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, messed up NPCs you fought to protect. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when *dies suddenly*