Truly a badder nerd there never was!

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 I have only stolen things a handful of times in my life. And every time ended in shame and loathing (for which I am grateful). My first attempt was from my uncle who was my hero as a kid. The item of this master thief was the book of ultima a biography of lord British and a walkthrough and guide to his game series. 


My mamaw caught me and my uncle started locking his stuff up after this and we never really addressed it which made my guilt worse. Once a few years laters he would give me the book. And I had a hard time looking in his eyes when he said I could have it.


I loved that book I think it was the first “real” book I had ever read. I think I Was 12 or 13. I read the read it and reread it after he gave it to me. I don’t know why I have such an obsession with ultima. I bought the Origen boxset in the early 2000s with my allowance that my uncle also gave me.


I have never beat an ultima game but 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, are all on my bucket list. With 3, 4, 5 being likely candidates of games I will attempt next year.


But I have read Richard Garriot’s autobiography and a play old normal biography on him and his company.


The irony of trying to steel a biography and guidebook for a game series about virtues does not escape me. I know I was wrong and the whole thing still bugs me decades later. I think I was entitled and spoiled on one level. And confused and abused on another level. I was unbalanced and my context encouraged it. 


I don’t know what the point of this was. As if there is a reductive point to anything. Just what is on my mind this early morning. 


Until tomorrow,

Peace and love.

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