Warren’s body sank a little deeper into the comfortable leather couch with a quiet squeak. His mind, along with that of the court mandated psychologist, one “Dr Singh” according to the brass plate on the desk, walked around a very different scene. A room that vaguely resembled a factory foreman’s office had had an intimate encounter with a necromancer’s laboratory and the resultant monstrosity had been hit by an intensely localised hurricane. Pieces of broken furniture, combatants and clouds of dust hung immobile in the air. Dr Sing wended his way through the mess, distaste on his features as he took notes in a small leather bound notebook.
“So, how long have you had anger issues?” the doctor asked, stepping over a body in the frozen tableau.
“I don’t have anger issues,” Warren leaned on a wall nearby, hugely muscled arms of his digital persona crossed in defiance. “People just need to stop pissing me off.”
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“Hmm,” the white coated professional tapped a pen against his lips as he peered closely at two figures struggling on a workbench-like desk made of a stone resembling black marble or onyx, the one on the bottom lithe and wearing some sort of leather armour was attempting to drive their thumb into the eye of the one on top, who was a replica of Warren himself, doing his level best to throttle the life out of the smaller man.
“Look, that weaselly skunner was the Paragon of the Avatar of Wrath. He wanted what was mine and wouldn’t stop trying to take it. He just kept coming at us again and again. We put him down because that’s what the Geas required.” Warren shrugged, his plate armour rasping against the plaster wall. “Besides, it’s a game. You slay the monster, you get the loot, you level up. How does any of this mean I have aNgEr IsSuEs?”
Stepping back and making another note in that little pad, Dr Sing pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Well, let’s see here. Ah, this might be enlightening. How is it that you came to be playing this game?”
“Thaaaat might take some time, doc,” Warren sighed, “it’s a long story and it begins a few years ago.”