I just wanted a damn figure. I wasn't some complicated dude trying to find ruins, or going on a super-long trip through unknown roads. I was going to the nearest city to walk into my favorite hobby store and buy a new figure set to build. Instead, I ended up in horsey jail with two outrageous dicks as my new best friends. Or wardens, if I wanted to be crass. All in all, a really crappy way to start my day.

I suppose you'll want to know more about me. I'm Peter, twenty-two-year-old handyman and lover of my firm hold of the dork side of the force. I love long walks in the forest and prep for the apocalypse because having cheap hobbies are for scrubs. Not that it matters anymore. I am Peter, and this is the beginning of the end of my life.