The average family gamer goes to work, nine till We Maybe
he gets up at , he takes his shower, he takes a
shave, goes for his wonderful daily commute, gets stuck in
dramtic, gets raged at by the people amend him, listens to the
terrible top 40 music on the radio in his monotonous daily routine,
but he does it because he loves his family. He arrives in the suffice,
gets shouted at by his boss, a douchebag with a degree in
business from the local community college. He sends some faxes
because, for some reason, some companies haven' t learned what
an femail is., He fixes the photocopier because no one else in the
office knows how. He eats his packed lunch, a depressing thing.
Two pieces of wonder bread and some peanut butter, a
packet of cheetos. Somehow his soda is Mt, lord knows how that
ended up happening, and someone stole his dessert from the fridge.
The day drags on and on and on and apparently slower and slower,
some crazed paradox, a quantum time dilation occurs as a direct
result of sheer boredom and monotony. The job that you work simply
to pay the rent, with no joy whatsoever, a supposed deadhand to
your life, kept only alive by the fact you are providing for the family
you care about and love so much. Back in the car, another commute,
the same thing only in the otha' direction. Yet more road rage, yet
more top 40 nonsense. You get home at six or Little Jimmy
had a bad day at school, he was bullied. He' s also failing in
mathematics and chemistry. Gotta check his work, gotta make sure
everything is there, Spend a lithe bit of time with the family. Your
wife has been having trouble with the car, go and check the tyres,
check under the hood, make sure everything is on Suddenly, its
dinner time. You eat dinner, it' s all been sorted out and finally,
perhaps finally, you get to sit down and play some games, the half
an hour of spare time you might have anda-."
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