The year of Our Lord 2052, speaking in pre-Singularity language, is in full swing.
These days our Lords are many. The pantheon is rather overcrowded. All of them are immortal, of course. 755 more words
Clearly, they have a long way to go:
If I’m an entitled gamer whining about 1st-world problems, that makes you an entitled writer whining about gamers whining about 1st-world problems (which is also a 1st-world problem).