Anytime a game attaches that all-too-addictive quality of “leveling”, I can’t stay away. I loved TF2 before, but now that there are goals to work for, it’s uncontrollable. My mind races a million miles a minute anyways, so what better to keep it occupied than the anticipation for a delicious new BLUTSAUGER!

Well, since I feverishly waste my time on shooting virtual healing cannons at 14 year-old kids across the globe, I like to keep my Steam client up in case my friends get on for a play session. When that little beep rings and one logs on, I drop my all important tasks and rock at least 15 minutes of game time.

Well, today I got a friend invite. I figured I’d take it since more friends on my list can help me get medic achievements… oh look what happened next:

Yeah, someone’s hacking. It’s okay, I won’t judge him. His English wasn’t so good anyway. It was a lot of fun chatting. I wonder what he’ll do to me???

I’m a gamer… probably more than most people are. Unfortunately, in my mind I’m still very cool. I believe that somehow I’m not actively part of one of the nerdiest hobbies around. Well I am. I know a lot about it. I have ideas.

I still don’t want anyone to know who I am. I am in denial. So, under this guise I’m gonna feed you my ideas and opinions. You can take them or leave them. I don’t really care. As long as you just don’t know who I really am.