Fable Nation: A glimpse into the nightmare

Prologue

If someone told me there would come a time I would not want to play the newest, hottest video game on the market I would not have believed them.  Most times I would play my games until the rents threatened my freedom, or hunger threatened my stomach. Didn’t matter which came first. It never dawned on me something might happen to change my addictive habits, but I am twelve, I don’t think about anything unless it entertains me, or tastes good.

People over thirty have told me I have an active imagination.  I’m not stupid.  I know its adult talk for being a liar. I’m no liar—a mild coward, with a reasonable fear of creepy crawlies—but not a liar.  I like order.  Is that so wrong?  I like things that make sense.  I want to know when I hit my sister I’m going to get in trouble, or if I’m rude to my mom she’ll twist my ear like a pretzel.  These things comfort me.  It’s the simple order of life that keeps my world sane.  After playing Fable Nation nothing in my life would ever again be normal.

Why should anyone believe my story?  They shouldn’t, I am not sure I would if I did not live it, but I have the scars to prove it.  You can’t be nearly consumed by a spider the size of a minivan without suffering a scratch, or major contusion.

This is Mitch from the inside…

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