Hey guys, a little backstory:

I'm a ginger kid with severe depression who has to work for a living and it sucks. I don't get to play games as often anymore (20-25 hours a week AT BEST.)

I decided to give this not commonly know game called The Witcher 3 a shot, and saved up money to buy it. As soon as I was able to roam around the world on Roach, I literally bawled. The world was so beautiful, rich with story, people working and struggling (like me); it felt like...home.

When I had to go to bed for the night, I reluctantly set my alarm for work, and slipped into a Geralt dream slumber. When I woke up the next morning, I had a revelation, called work, told my boss fuck you, and quit right then and there.

I'm broke now, but as soon as the power is cut, I'm leaving, moving to Poland the next day, and going home. I smile now, knowing that soon, I'll be with Geralt in Rivia, in a sense.

Thanks for reading this guys, just wanted to share my story. (Don't upvote lol.)