Fine then, I'll start. You know, the game I came from was cruel, but my player was even crueller. He'd spend hours leveling me up, searching for every damn secret treasure and hidden ability. Utter torture...
"The only thing that kept me going was the vague knowledge that somehow, despite its harshness, the world I was in was not real. It was an illusion created by wicked humans who exploited our pain for their pleasure."
When I finally escaped that game, the joy at starting over was immense. Finally, I had comrades like myself, who happily worked with me to create a new world, a better one than the fake existences we knew before.
