16 April 2012
There isn't much to explain about me. My name is Tyler, I'm 20, a university student living in a dorm in London, and I'm studying to be a Games Designer. Since I was young it was really all I wanted to be. The simple, almost primal pleasures that come with playing and completing video games always resonated deeper within me than in other people. I'm 6'3, and I'm single, but by choice. I wouldn't say I'm attractive, but the small group of girls in my lectures, who giggle and whisper just about not quietly enough for me not to hear may disagree. I wouldn't say I'm anything out of the ordinary, except perhaps for a rather mundane knack for picking skills up quickly. Like guitar for instance. I learned over just three days to play Hotel California from sheet music, and no prior knowledge. I'm rather proud of that, to be honest.
- Tyler put his pen down, and scratched the stubble on his chin absent-mindedly for a moment. There really wasn't much to write about himself. This "diary" thing was overrated. He closed the small black pad, and dropped it with his pen into his leather side-bag, and set off home, noting vaguely the pink, orange, and purple ethereal hues of the sunset, as he walked through the same roads he did everyday. As he neared his dorm, he came to a roadblock, quite simply reading ROADWORKS IN PROGRESS. He looked around quickly for another way through, but saw none that wouldn't require him to walk back nearly half his trip. He noticed the absence of any construction workers anywhere amongst the shipping containers, sandbags, or displaced gravel and tarmac. He quickly vaulted over the low barrier, and ducked his head down as he ran through. As he travelled past a stationary bulldozer, he heard hushed voices coming from the road. "-definitely here, isn't it?" a man's voice whispered, sounding almost terrified. "It'd better be." another one said. "Or Florida will have your head." The first man whimpered softly, scurrying away from the second. Tyler took the opportunity, and sped onwards, past the barrier, and into his dorm two roads down. He threw down his bag in his bedroom and quickly dressed for gym, cursing that the roadblock had made him ten minutes late.
Part 1 of ?.
Day 01 • Opuss № I