I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends and… uh… my thermos.
Huh? My story?
Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin’ on the porch with my family, singin’ and dancin’ down in Mississippi.
Well… maybe that isn’t exactly true… OK, maybe none of it is true… but it is a good story (and 10 points if you know the reference)! I was born near Mississippi if that makes any difference, and in the middle of freaking no-where. That being the case (and since I was never really into cow-tipping or snipe-hunting), I found my entertainment where I could: usually in books but also in games of all sorts when others were available to play.
I grew up and yadda, yadda, yadda… now I’m on Obsidian Portal.
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