Ever since I joined TTW, I've slowly descended into madness in real life. I will see things that aren't there. Like numbers, geometric means, complex diagrams written...on chalkboards that are empty. I will see weak era mugs at the store have the audacity to be in line paying for stuff before me. I see the ghost of Christmas past (who looks like a young version of PETE), the ghost of Christmas present (Grumpy Bearded Federer) and the ghost of Christmas future (Alexander Zverev in nothing but Tommy Hilfiger and a golden chain). Nobody else sees these people, but I talk to them nonetheless. They tell me things. Important things.
My public speaking skills? Gone. Everything needs to be presented in meme formatting and meme templates. All I can think about are goats, hypothetical matches (think previous era versus current era etc), technology advancements and I feel a constant, crippling apprehension that Murray's bionic hip will fail to install the proper firmware updates to keep him competitive.
When I shut my eyes, all I can think about is TTW. What threads am I missing? What posts of utter genius are being crafted at the very moment I lazily try to sleep? How will we show through complex mathematics that Federer is the 5th or 6th best of his generation, far less of all time?
I peruse the forum morning, noon, and night, eager to uncover the countless gems and pearls of wisdom waiting to be unlocked. TTW is the greatest MMORPG I have ever taken part in. Amazing graphics, gameplay, and lore. The developers are constantly keeping us on our toes with evolving content.
Thank you, TTW.