Gaming in a time when us long abused scapegoats have risen with pitchforks in hand. A socialist living in a time of political, racial, and gender McCarthyite witch-hunts that involve no shortage of ideological civil war. An anti-theist in a time of mass-enlightenment via the internet and superstition's initial stages of total structural collapse. In these alone I cannot mark myself a revolutionary but at the same time cannot help but find kinship with those of revolutionary flavor.
Some guy found where I crash landed and tried to kill me. It didn't exactly work out for him too well.