I never thought I was a selfish guy.
I cared for others and was willing to share if needs be. I had friends, a best friend, a girlfriend (or ex, depending what day of the week it was), a warm house...
Sounds perfect, right?
I thought so too.
But you forget to take into consideration that I, Pen, took place in a game called 'Battle for Dream Island'. This little web show was home of some of the most downright weird people you will possibly ever meet. This little show has seen more than its fair share of deaths, violence and more. But I thought I could separate myself from these acts, be a part of the show, and yet still seem to be on the outside looking in. You know, to be normal...
Oh, how wrong I was.
This was one of the hardest lessons I think I've ever had to learn: no matter how much you distance yourself from the crowd, we all get sucked in eventually. It might not be you directly; it could be your friends, or someone you least expect; like that kid made of wood or something.
Everyone is affected somehow, no exceptions, no matter how much you want to deny it. And admitting this was the hardest thing for me to do. I thought I was normal, but now I know there's no such thing as normal here. You're weird, or you're dead, those are your only options.
And that really sucks.
