Intro. They were just pixels on a screen—a bunch of 1’s and 0’s cobbled together into a character that felt more real than anything Parker dealt with in his actual life. That was the beauty of it: the escape. He didn’t have to be the same exhausted twenty-five year old trapped in a dead-end job.
Parker exhaled, sinking into his beat-up chair, its faux-leather long past any hope of repair. The thing sat so close to his PC he was probably flirting with an eye injury. He squinted at the loading screen. Leaf’s Song. It was a dumb choice to pick a game because its similarity to his name, but he was a sucker for irony. And, well, here he was—years in, knee-deep in quests, titles, and loot, too far gone to quit now.
He’d carved out a name for himself. That came with the inevitable string of parasites who wanted to leech off his accomplishments. After a few too many pointless team-ups, he swore off groups entirely. No dead weight, no greedy hands hovering around his hoard of coins and rare drops.