My name is Alex. I'm 19 years old, I'm a computer geek and I like TF2. TF2, is my daily dose of fun when I get home after classes. Speaking of TF2, I have this EXTRAORDINARY story I have never told anyone in my life for the past 5 years, and you'll be the first people to know this story.
It was 6 years ago, when I was still 13 and TF2 is still fresh from release. When I got my hands on it, I hoped it was going to be better than Team Fortress Classic. The moment I played it, I was enchanted and stunned by the cool graphics Valve has made. The very first class I have played was Engineer, and mighty, I must say, he was WAY COOLER than TFC'S Engineer. I was in total madness. I wanted to be just like him. And from that day on, I wished I could meet him personally.
People say it would never happen, but I just clinged to the fact that 13 year old kids might do that at times, and it may come true. But they just clasped their ears and turned their back on me. I used to go to cosplays when I turned 14, and the first character I always find is Engineer. I used to have a TON of pictures of me and a cosplaying Engineer, sometimes with a Soldier, Heavy or Medic cosplayer.
When I turned 15, I have forgotten about the wish I made 3 years ago and never gave a thought about it. Not even a speck or spark of remembrance has turned up. I did not go near to any TF2 cosplayers that much anymore, but if I did, I would still not remember. But halfway through my 15 years, one day I suddenly remembered the wish. I wished all my might again about like, a half hour in my room, dead silent and wishing in my mind. But in the end, it was to no use.
I was going to bed one chilly night in my apartment, when somebody knocked on my door. I was angry. I opened the door seeing a man in a red shirt, overalls, a yellow glove and that trademark, yellow hard hat. My mouth slowly dropped down in surprise as the man held up his head over his yellow-red scarf and said in a Texan accent: "May I stay here?"
Chapter 1: "An intro to be said"