You wake with a start from uneasy dreams of global turmoil as your monitor loudly degausses, your face smashed against your filthy keyboard. Lateralus is blaring from your Discman. You must have passed out while fucking around in Project M, silently RPing as Fippy Darkpaw's beautiful stepsister
days later, you can't quite shake a terrible sense of loss. you are bumping [SOAD]Link_Fill_Up_Your_Hearts.mp3 while begging for a corpse summon in /auction because you drowned while trying to glitch thru the rocks into The Hole
months later, visions of another lifetime have all but faded. You are playing Jesmaster_-_Pizza_Matrix.avi on loop in VLC in the background while getting scammed by a jboots multiquester for the third or fourth time this week
Bush is invading Iraq...again? Whatever. You're too busy getting KOSed by the entire League of Antonician Bards & permanently exiled from Qeynos because you thought it would be funny to chain kite Cordelia Minster in Karana for a few levels while binging shitty audiobook cassette rips of Discworld
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below is thrumming somewhere nearby as you drop stacks of 999 copper directly in front of Blackburrow & patiently watch dozens of overencumbered lowbies get torn apart by gnolls