Prologue: A Letter

I was an idiot. A bastard. A simpleton who didn't have a single clue about a lot of things. My mother's shackles. Who the girl I kissed, blindfolded, in 9th grade was. How 2020 would change everything. And video games. The most important one of all.

. . .

Yeah, yeah, I know. 𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴? How could they possibly have more worth than the other things on the list? Trust me, I felt the same thing once, a couple thousand liv—well, *𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦*, let's just say a long, long time ago. But it's the truth. Video games—one in particular—changed my life.

And that's how all of this shit started.

Cause I was an idiot, in more ways than one. Cause she loved video games, more than life itself. Cause of the game that almost killed us. The one that did.

. . . You know, now that I think about it, life is a lot like a game. A game with no resets, no extra chances, no additional lives. A hell-difficulty of a game.

Maybe that's why I'm still alive. Cause it turns out that in any game, you don't have to be the smartest to win. Just gotta be the one that survives till the end.

And for a guy like me who didn't know a single thing about games—well, let's just say surviving in one wasn't my forte.

Good thing I didn't need to.

This is the story of how I lived. Died. And how I did it a thousand times again.

This is how I—no, 𝘸𝘦, beat 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢. The 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 version.

Re:Terraria

— 𝘠𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳