When I lie awake in my king size bed, Dyson Cool™ tower fan (Black/Nickel) shooting refreshing air onto my face and chest I wonder to myself: "Why has Allah given me this ability? Is this is gift, or some twisted curse?" I refer to the origin of my steam gamertag... NoChillBill. For I am the one, the only, the poised, ~Bill~ the one without Chill. Hours if not days have been spent pondering this query and I remain awake, lacking the answer I have not been given; unable to except maybe... I have yet to decide. For I ask you, dear reader, who can protect their village, teach thy youth, and receive the patronage of thy kingdom. It is I, NoChillBill, the warrior in the garden, containing the power and knowledge to overthrow a corrupt empire, dethrone the wicked, battle the chaotic nature of this cruel yet beautiful world, all while possessing the gentle touch of a lover, a kind soul to protect those in need, and containing the pizzazz and whit to outsmart my opponent. I am him, I am the singular, I am Bill. The man without Chill.