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I Can't Go Underground For A Year, Ten Years, My Whole Life, Waiting For Freedom To Be Handed To Me. Freedom Is Something You Have To Take For Yourself.

He Hated It When Adults Told Him He Only Felt The Way He Did Because He Was Young. As If Being Young Was Like Being Insane Or Drunk, Like The Convictions He Held Were Hallucinations Caused By A Mental Illness That Could Only Be Cured By Waiting Five Years.

The Other One I Did Was "i, Robot." I Take Apart Isaac Asimov's Robots World.

I Fireballed Him As He Was Seeking Out Treasure After We Wiped Out A Band Of Orcs, Playing Rock-paper-scissors With Each Orc To Determine Who Would Prevail In Combat. This Is A Lot More Exciting Than It Sounds. It's Quite Civilized, And A Little Weird. You Go Running After Someone Through The Woods, Catch Up With Him, Bare Your Teeth, And Sit Down To Play A Little Roshambo.