i have a horse parked in Oblivion, outside a cottage deserted except for well-armed undead.
i have an army mustered in Age of Empires, they can’t win but with luck i might hold enough territory to regroup.
i have a house slowly falling in to dis repair. that one is real, and when the rain gets in it will be trouble.

i’ll have to be poorer, and i’ll have to have a lot less options and a lot less friends. but a day might come, before i die, when i have no money and no friends and no options, and then i’ll see whether i still have a computer with a CDRom drive to start Oblivion, whether Steam still starts, whether my bones will still let me climb on the roof and check the gutters.

i guess i will have lost you, dear reader.
but we’re all still here today.