Before I entered the addictive, abusive toxic world of mobile gaming I was a simple baker and a comic book maker. I had very few things I was extremely proud of in life like owning a bakery, owning outright a travel trailer and growing dandelions in my back yard. Sure along the way I was a gym rat, a cyclist, a Youth Leader, an artist, a poet, a musician, and I indeed liked to bake. But nothing prepared me for the most toxic environment known to mankind – multiplayer mobile gaming.

Wow.

These people think these people are their “family” and dysfunction doesn’t even remotely begin to tell the sordid tale. There are far too many walks of life represented from parents to grandparents, teenagers, young adults, people without genders to people with too many genders. Poor, rich, middle America and athletes, bums, alcoholics, drug abusers and your occasional pedophile, misogynist, narcissist, and sexual harasser. Oh we got them all in our little state known as 513.

Wow.

Why aren’t there police involved, maybe an attorney or an IT specialist working with the government? Maybe people trying to keep their families fed while others are still living off their mother’s milk in her basement. Gross but reality. And then there’s me. I got into this mess and I can’t get out of it. See I dropped too much money on it to quit but give me a couple weeks, a new job, social security check maybe a book proposal and I’ll erase my phone and start over without any stupid games loaded. I have nothing to lose. Nothing.

No one in that game will ever buy a comic book or inquire about it or whatever. So that’s a lost cause not that I was looking to meet anyone who would be interested. The sad part is they gave me access to a dead Discord server and now I just want to delete it.

Oh well.

Don’t play mobile games if your not prepared for dealing with lowlifes. It just isn’t worth it.

Happy Wednesday,
Ben