Gaming. For some people, it is a mere pastime. Just a momentary entertainment until they can get on with the rest of their life. For others, it is an obsession. They have to get as good as they can in order to impress others. They risk everything for the game, and after spending years dedicated to only one thing they boil down to a quivering pile of useless, spent out nerves, unable to think coherently or with reason. Yet, for us, gaming is a way of life. We create, destroy, and experience games throughout our entire existence. The essence of gaming becomes the fluid that runs through our veines. It is our lifeblood, and without it there is nothing. We must play to survive, and so, gaming itself becomes the only meaning. There is no life or death for us, just games, and the pauses in between. We live the games. We become utterly absorbed in them, and for a time, we take the places of those who we are role playing. We know this, because we prove it every second of our eternal existance. We are the minds emprisoned within The Realm of Culix [Frames] [No Frames] Yay freaking hey! A whole people!