October…
I end up dying for the third time in a row, struck down by a haze of hellfire from the Demon Lord himself, my own real-life vision going fuzzy around the edges.
I toss my keyboard (carefully but still with a s**t ton of frustration) against the blankets of my nest on my couch. I tear off my headphones and toss them (gently) onto it once I untangle my legs from the blanket over my lap, and drop my feet to the floor.
I let my body get adjusted to the new position, hissing when the blood flow resumes and starts travelling down to my toes now, and all the aches and pains start to remind me exactly how long I’ve been sitting in one spot.
I ease myself out of the couch, plop myself onto the carpeted floor. I start bending at the waist and reaching for my toes feeling a glorious ach
