The snow white tiger ran down the path towards me as if it were chasing a rainbow.  The rider, skinny, pretty makeup, and ocean blue hair, laughed as she instructed her animal with her keyboard to run around me in circles.  I then controlled my priest to turn towards her hunter and typed in, “Your ride is awesome.” She wrote, “I know.  lol.” As I looked at her character, accessorized and equipped for wicked battle, I realized that she had sold her soul to World of Warcraft; hope still within my grasp and only 1/24th of my time being torn by a breach – I considered myself lucky. ...