I started off with a tiny, one-room bungalow in a new neighbourhood. I had no job. I had no friends. All I had was my sole aspiration: to become a Forensics Specialist - Dynamic DNA Profiler. I spent every evening alone, playing chess into the early hours of the morning. I would paint random images throughout the day on my easel, stopping only to sate my appetite, or occasionally wash my bodily odour away. I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't need anyone. I just needed this job. I was going to be the best. And then that day came. I had reached the pinnacle of my profession. Finally I could stop worrying about my career and enjoy the finer things in life. But being at the top is perhaps the loneliness place you can be. I still had no friends. No lover. No relations of my own. I tried going out to community lots but by this time I was old and the youngsters found me creepy and odd. I once again found myself spending the days alone in my home, trying to be the best at everything. I'll show them! I don't need anybody! I've come this far on my own! But, whereas time had once been my greatest ally, it had now become my sole enemy. Yes, I was the best at all things. But I had no one to share it with. I sat alone in the place I had once called home, surrounded by all of my beautiful creations, and I felt even more miserable than at the start of it all.
Now I'm going to try out this game.