I had a career as a successful programmer, but I traded it for a brawl. I had a charming, sexy girlfriend—and she, too, got traded for a centipede (only friends!). My existence used to flow calmly and measuredly; I only sometimes, lazily, herded myself in the right direction. Now I live in a way that barely gives me the strength to hold onto the mane of a crocodile-lion as it ferociously charges me through the swamp. The important thing is that I like (almost) everything in this new world of swords and magic, run by an adaptation mechanism. One problem: I’m a pawn in someone else’s game, expendable currency no one cares about. My main goal is to kick the player off the board and start making fully independent decisions! And take revenge!