I have been thinking about Sniper Team Fortress 2 a lot, lately.
Well, you might have already figured as much, given the two posters of him in my room. Did you try clicking on one of them? I spent the better part of an hour (maybe even more, I can't tell; I was doing the edits with one hand, after all) making buff half-naked Troll Sniper edits. So I could put them up on my wall. I know he's from a human game, but making him a troll just increases his sexiness, if one can even fathom that his sexiness can reach higher levels. He's already plenty sexy!
This is to say that I've been increasingly mentally sick. Mental sickness, if you will.
Ever since I crash landed in the wrong part of this stupid planet, I've been kinda lonely. I was meant to end up in the United States of America, in my intergalactic quest to find a cure for the death/undeath of my moirail. Why the USA, you might ask? My sources said that there were 4 kids hailing from this region who could possibly assist me with figuring out what went wrong with Latria. Unfortunately, I ended up in Cape Town, South Africa instead.
It's nice here, but it's hard to make friends in this big city. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't end up in one of America's huge, spectacular cities. I'm already bad at socializing. I'm barely domesticated! Latria would tell me that. I miss him.
Looking back, I should have set my destination to the Outback of Australia. I could have found Sniper, and we could have lived happily ever after, in the most perfect matespritship to have ever graced this strange and unusual planet.