I was a fetus who's thumbs were prematurely primed to tackle a long and passionate legacy of gaming. It all began with the original pong game, and soon after it was hours on end spent at the local arcade. You better believe I got my hands on any console or computer I could to delve into strange exciting worlds. You ever lived real life? Its rubbish. At least when you're poor and live in a sad, forgotten, industrial stain of a city like Buffalo, NY.  I am a man who yearns to travel but rarely can, and is always in danger of becoming a slave to the mundane. Video games give you the opportunity to have adventures without having to rack up frequent flier miles. It is a meditative activity that strengthens my mental responses, protects me from potential Alzheimer's disease, and lends legitimacy to my nerdy exploits on a web community of like minded individuals.

When I'm not drawing, writing or producing music, I'm absorbed in a sprawling RPG or skulking through bloody corridors in a great survival horror title. Some may suggest this is an utter waste of time, but that is simply because they weren't wired to appreciate a digitally interactive experience. Why the hell wander the same lame environments each day surrounded by tools and douche bags, worrying myself sick about being attractive to chicks that would make my life miserable, and maybe working my ass off for a retirement fund I'll never get to use.  I'm a man of action and significance whenever  I pick up that controller. So GAME ON! I say with great fervor. GAME THE FUCK ON!!!

The epic story continues....