It was my first time streaming on Twitch and I was playing Path of Exile. Except I wasn’t. On my screen I was playing Diablo 2 as an Assassin on the lowest resolution. I could barely tell what was on my screen as I walked through the Rogue Encampment except for my potions. I had no viewers and a concert was going on out in the courtyard.

It was move-in day and I had gotten back on campus early. The snow was still fresh when I walked up the stairs outside of the lecture hall. I sat down on a bench when I saw a car pull up, out of which came other students and their parents. They seemed lost, wandering aimlessly while giving me weird looks.

I walked into a dark corner of a McDonalds in order to sign in on a Mac that was sitting on top of one of the recycling areas. I just wanted to log on real quick to check something using someone else’s account. When I logged out, I looked around to find that there were quite a few people sleeping here with their heads down on the table.

The sun was just coming over the horizon when we got the order to evacuate. A big storm was coming and our house was on the beach. “They water is so green today” my father commented while laying on the beach lounger. I thought that it looked abnormally blue but I didn’t say anything.

People in the hotel room were talking about a juvenile detention center in Crimea when I went to go take a shower. I carried a large compilation of theses with me into the bathroom while thinking about the semester ahead. I realized that winter break was quickly ending and that I had forgotten to hand in an assignment that I had promised to make up for.

It was going to be Renn Fayre soon. I was pushing my shopping cart full of groceries through the subway when I walked past her. She didn’t seem to notice.

I held the Artifact in my hand while being informed that a French spy had been sent to kill the Austrian king (me). I was due to potentially succeed onto two thrones in the case that the other kings died. I would get shot at every time I walked past the window in front of our kitchen until I got to the other side or behind a curtain. I tried to draw the curtains shut as a solution but found out that they were much too short to cover the entire window.

I was visiting someone who was living in a shipping container. I had to crawl through a small waist-height hole to get into their room. The other areas in the compound were defined as “open pads” or “common pads”.