Another Cruel Summer

IF you’re trying to contact a loved one and that loved one’s name is me, here’s probably why he’s become a withered husk.  Keep in mind, there’s always time to lose sleep and game.

Perhaps his drug is clicking enter, over and over and over, modify units, select new structure, enter, advance on enemy, produce more, fortify, enter.

For a short stint, it might be something causing head-splitting thoughtening in a sci-fi awesomeverse.

It won’t be this summer, but next year there’s no more crazy then this, but hey, I may redo the original.

And if it’s late at night or early in the morning, it may be a whole new world of work gaming.

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