As with all young men likely at this time, one particular young man stands alone in his room, awaiting the turn of the clock. It is not this young man's birthday, but rather a handful of minutes away from the midnight launch of a particular video game, one this man has quite a few plans for. But while he may not be able to name a character now, we can at least give him a name in the meantime.
==> Enter a name.
==> Let's do this again.
==> Take a gander.
Your name is ORTIZ. It is currently close to midnight at your current location, on this day of April 9th, 2009, and you stand alone in your CRAMPED BEDROOM, which you're pretty sure was supposed to be a PANTRY or an EXTENDED HALL CLOSET. You currently plan to play a game with two of your friends on this fine day/night, as soon as the GAME FILES pop on STEAM. Your interests vary, but you would consider yourself a CONNOISSEUR of OLD, SHITTY VIDEO GAMES and the occasional modern one. Other things include your status as a MEDIOCRE PROGRAMMING JUNKIE and an interest in PRECOGNITIVE DREAMS. Perhaps stepping out would be a good idea later.
-- tiredDespot [TD] began pestering upandcomingAuteur [UA] at 23:47 --
TD: Major Tom to Ground control.
UA: ground control to major tom
UA: if youre ready get the fuck on
UA: seriously this is gonna be big
TD: If you say so.
UA: i am serious man i got the best feeling about it
TD: If you say so.
UA: its eleven minutes til the drop you up for anything
TD: I'd say take a nap or something so the moment you decide marathoning this without sleep it won't kill you
UA: it's the middle of the night, have some imagination
TD: Then go do whatever you want. I'll ping you when it's up.
UA: thanks UA: also where's feli TD: Grounded UA: son of a bitch
You never know what to say to that guy half of the time. You're two different sides on two radically different coins. Either way, he's probably right. Killing time would probably help you a bit. Maybe go and steal your stepbrother's stuff.
The possibility of getting in trouble and losing your one computer is a problematic one, though. You better prepare.
The moon hangs above a cloudy sky with nothing to see in the dark below it. The air is quiet, the cicadas haven't come out at this time of year, and a cold wind beats against your window. You find it poetic for some reason. Your situation at the moment seems to be its antithesis, of a lively group planning what you can't help but feel like you were destined to do. A magnetic force bringing you together to tackle the future as a team. You feel like it'll be a hell of a night.