They told us it was a waste of time.
A devil’s game.
Something we’d grow out of.
But we didn’t.
We grew into it.

This world is loud with nonsense.
Fake wars. Real bills. Weak stories.
But at the folding table, on the 5th straight hour of combat, we discover what makes us real.

This is for the indoor kids.
The after-school warriors.
The notebook wizards.
The chaos clerics with nothing but a pencil and a prayer.

Welcome to the club.