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The Grand Plan eh? That's what I called it. Now there's nothing, nothing here nor there. Shall I make a plan? It seems a little pointless. Why not? It couldn't hurt could it? I suppose not. I mean, I'll need to figure out SOMETHING to do in Belgium. I can't just sit around all day, not when I don't even have a computer that plays games. I need to do something, preferably something that earns money. I could get a job as an entry level computer tech I bet, but honestly that bores me more than a great deal of other things which I claim bore me. Not to mention that all the people a technician helps are idiots incapable of helping themselves. No, I'd probably be the rudest technician ever. What I REALLY wanna do is be.... an adventurer. I know, I know, what the hell right? But seriously, that's the ONLY thing I want to do. Anything else would be forced, even if very slightly. I mean sure, I would enjoy being a gigolo for rich, beautiful, thirty year-old widows, but even THAT would be slightly forced. Nope, I really can't think of enjoying anything else. Sure, I would love for one of my ideas to be made into a game, but I already know that I would lose my love of playing games if I had to make them. The core problem with it all is, I'm meant to be a footsoldier, a pawn. I'm meant to be the servant. But I want to be the master, the king, the general. Your own fate is the hardest fight you will ever face. I will face mine and over come it, I swear that here and now. Names are empty and useless, so I swear upon my sacred covenant itself.
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