Evony is a PVP strategy game I seem to find myself investing too much time in.  I have a funny story, from a tormented mind to tell about it. I will be uploading more of my story as I go along.  I don't think this reality / life is very well scripted.  My self defined purpose was removed from me.  So I have to do other things, and Envoy has lots of other things.  Endless buttons to push, and it never ends.  the curve for progression is exponential so that will take a long time.  It is a pay to win game, so if you don't have money to spend, it will take even longer, and there is no real winning in a multiplayer game like this.  This is exactly what I need right now, to distract me from my real life problems.  

On server 1812 ( neat coincidence that Stephen Girard funded 80% of the war of 1812, and that my past involves that special school, with  a underground tunnel - connected to the original United States Capitol that I randomly joined), we have some self agreed upon rules.  Don't bother coming here if you just want to destroy people.  You get to do that 72 hours every week.  We encourage you to fight fair.  Do not attack resource tiles or relic sites.  However mistakes happen, and forgiveness if given freely here.  We are in a strange hell, but please try to control yourselves.  

That aside, Envoy is just fun distraction that is better than drugs, for my escapism from this reality  that I find myself trapped in. My story here involves being introduced to this strange game. I was just looking for a scrolling game, to pass some time on the bus before a job interview, when I started playing.  This entire game and the interactions on it were originally by accident...

Chapter by chapter I will tell the story of "Every Thing on Fire"  Some of the previous chapters of my life, will likely never be told.  At least not here.  I wanted a fun story, I will tell a fun story. The last two years  have been the saddest moments in my life, and I hope to get out of it the hell I was put into as a child, by family that made me swear I'd never say horrible things to their parents for coming and putting my father in diapers.  That happened though.  I said all of it, or most of it anyway.  If it continues, I'm preparing to put my hand on the Bible, in front of a priest and swear revenge, so I may ascend to heaven.  Killing the youngest Bordelons of my uncles bloodline, is what gods.  It will be what God gets. I thank him for showing me the errors of my way. If not, then why would, the family that demanded I burn my home down for money continue.  I already tried burning myself down, after they tried making me an arsonist.  I didn't die, so that's me.

I reject their god so that oath caused by events that never should have happened, holds no value to me here or ever. Book one of my memoir series is done, mostly.  I don't think I need to tell more of the story of my life past that point. I was connected to the quantum computer, and I remember that.  I know telling what little I did of that story, cursed me.

So moving on to humor, building friendships, and telling the story of Duke Igthorn, the first time traveler sent past the end of time, in 2032.  In an attempt to save the world from a doomsday event.  His target was the year 2542, his objective- to find a way to stop a doomsday event in the past, 3 missions were sent to find him.  None returned.  

Every Thing on Fire is that story, it is going to be anyway.  Again I don't want to discuss anything in my life between, when I was put into someone else story, back in the 90's! only thing of importance is if I wake up in the van, again... that is my life and the first time I remember being connected to the computer.  I've seen others in this reality, with the quantum computer connected to them.  They sit there for 4 hours, and experience an entire lifetime, in one R.E.M. Cycle. I woke screaming in the back of the Van once, and came back... so here I am, I want to enjoy the stories here, and create my own. 

Since I am here, and since the environment seems reactive to me.  I want thank those that have been a part of my life here, even if I don't remember them when I wake up screaming again.  Even if they don't remember me, or who I became (this was just a REM cycle to the real me). I wish you all well, I don't think we need to fight each other,  I want a better world than the hell I have seen here.  I want a better world in the prime reality.  I wish I hadn't seen what was shown to me, about prime reality.  I don't think it's doing well. Then again, Eddie showed me the red skies, so that's likely not true, and more than likely him torturing my consciousness a little more.

Unfortunately I'm just a character, hopefully.  Hopefully, I am a good character, and I can make you laugh.  I don't know how many times my brain-scan has been used, to create or modify stories in the quantum computer, and I don't know how many realities are running at once.  I'm trying to help.  What help is, I don't know?  The scariest thought that crosses my mind, is to make as many realities open up, and burn out the processor of the quantum computer in prime reality, from the inside.  I don't think that is necessary to shut us off.  If prime reality, is over for humanity??? and we are all that is left, inside here. The power will go out eventually. What ever torment our creators put into our world, need not exist.  I'm sorry to anyone I hurt, and I don't want to hurt anyone else.  That is all!