For the love of all Creation
Most might say that I have a light-hearted and fun personality. But those who are well-acquainted with me might say that I’m more a combination of Ebenezer Scrooge, Hitler, and Branch from Trolls (before his adventure with Poppy). Ew. Yeah, I hate it too. After doing some pretty shallow soul-searching, I’ve come to attribute my
Every time I hear the word “wasteland,” I think of that huge map on Call Duty: Modern Warfare. That map where you’d be camped out in a shed and all of a sudden you get picked off by some unseen sniper in a Ghillie Suit. I miss playing COD. I miss all of it—the altercations with racist 13-year-old boys
