The battles we have been through together. The damage I have taken for your choices! I was with you before your first pube hair came in and I saw what you did to your cousins photo. Yet I sit here on a shelf, lost among fast food wrappers, erotic anime that I do not even think you can open anymore…and MT Dew caps. For the knowledge of Boccob, I do not understand why I have a film of dust on my shield and Sword. Why have I not heard the song of the Bard in forever and a day? My mug is dry of ale and my bed is cold and lonely. This is no life for a Battle Master!

“I am not a toy to be used.” I bayed across the bedroom.

“I am a mighty warrior that desires the need for blood to clean my sword and for the thrill when averting the plastic shapes you toss near me!” His screams dipped off sadly.

The Boy was now a Man and could not hear his friend on the shelf. His imagination was no longer open and believed such things as comics and role playing games to be nerdy.

Things like booze, girls and two tracking interested him now that his cherry had been popped.

The Battle Master was given to Goodwill a couple years later when the parents cleared out the trash and toys left behind after their son perished in a gruesome drinking accident.

As for our remaining character, he will end up finding a real Man who still appreciates imagination and a good story. Together they will fight and conquer the most immersive battles and be safe at home while drinking with their buddies.

The moral of this story. Nerds live longer.