Long and short of it is, I've spent my formative years here on and abouts Steam. I've made and lost friends, had more laughs than I can count, and grown a damn sight along the way. I've met people through post-game lobbies and just general trades, who I never could have back in small town Indiana, or Florida. I joined back a-ways, following a friend here that I knew IRL, and for all the flak and crap, its changed my life for the better. Its a big part of the reason I'm still here, now.

Team Fortress 2 was the first game I got seriously into, and the thousands of hours invested were by no means wasted- I've met some of my best friends flailing around in the community servers and quickplay- Some would eventually drag me off into other games, where I'd meet more friends and make more stories. I'd make a buck here and there, flipping one of the games many hats, and I did work for people and friends- hunting down specific Unusual's or strange's they sought, usually snagging them for cheaper than the market asked.

From there, Warframe is the other "big name" of the games I got into- Its a game I thought I'd probably play, at the very least off and on, for as long as its up and running. I took my knowledge and connections to a couple people I knew from my Tf2 days in with me, and I've had a great many deals in that game's tradechat. Unusual's became Rivens, and soon I was rolling in more plat than I knew what to do with.

I almost had to pay taxes when I was 12, I sold so much. I was looking forward to the future of being way to smart for my own good. Had everything all planned out, "god" willing.

In my 20s now. with the old wisdom, of "Hindsight is 2020", I thought I might put a bit of my history here. Soon, I thought I might be away more often, what with a job and many of life's "finer" points on the merry way- even if they aren't. Even if they won't ever be, at this rate.

As it is, I doubt I'll be gone for worse- the games I've been here for, and the friends I made along the way, helped me through the thick and thin, with some of the worst life *can* throw for good measure. I was already broken anyway.

Been loved, and lied to. Stabbed through the back by a grinning friend or few. Hired, and forgotten. Crocodile tears will be shed when I'm gone. I have never been and will likely never be "Enough". I live in pain, every day, and my head will never give me peace- not peace in general, not even peace with myself.

As it stands; "I Am Here"- even if I wish I wasn't. Maybe I'll add up to something yet.