It’s 1999. A young PC enthusiast living in a quiet town is having his little idiot mind blown on a weekly basis now he’s the proud owner of a personal computer. It’s a kaleidoscope of formative experiences: Half-Life. Thief: The Dark. PC Gamer magazine and its many in-jokes (beards and tanks were especially in-vogue topics of tomfoolery for then editor Jim Flynn’s band of raconteurs). Doing his homework by pasting passages directly out of the Encarta CDs that came with the aforementioned PC. And then, one day during a math lesson, comes something entirely different.
