We then left craggy valley of the Explosive Tempers and moved onwards into the plains of the pathetic. The first crowd was the abusers of the online world. Afraid of real people and themselves, they hid behind their addiction of online interaction to meet others like them. Online RPGs, chat rooms, and X-Box Live addicts were all here. Stripped of their shielding, they were now forced to lie naked and talk to each other face to face. There was little going on. I turned to Faulkner and said, "You know, in Middle School I had a lot of trouble finding people I could relate to. I kinda understand why someone would just want to shut that world out." Faulkner blinked and then punched me in the arm. "That was for fucking relating to people in Hell. These people are scum Kirk. They think that sitting around in their rooms all day playing video games is some kind of justifiable way to live." I nodded and then asked, "But what about cool people who play video games? Tons of people do this sin. Do they all have to go here?" Faulkner shook his head and said, "No one is rolling around buck naked here because they played video games too much. They are here because they preferred the fantasy to the reality, never got girlfriends, never made friends with anyone besides their chatroom fantasies, and most importantly of all, never did ANYTHING besides video games. Shit, my hobbies in life were drinking and picking fights. But I knew my writing was more important. That's why I'm in Limbo and not in the Bottomless Pit of Wannabe Writers" We picked our way among the wayward souls, fingers twitching in mouse-clicking spasms and mouthing nonsensical internet lingo.
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