I live in the despair of my own mind, frontal lobe. My name is Chase, also known as leechling. I am 26 years old.. I believe in taking care of my PC, and a balanced group of genres and a rigorous gaming routine. In the morning, if my wrists are a bit sore, I'll play Clone Hero while stretching my fingers. I can play on Expert now. After I am done with Clone Hero I take a shower. In the shower all I think about are speed-run strategies. then about anime women. When I'm out of the shower, I play Elden Ring while drinking little to no alcohol, because alcohol dulls the senses. Then I play Resident Evil 4, it's an anti-aging game, followed by Dead by Daylight.

There is an idea of the Chad Gamer Chase. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hide my gamer rage, and you can hold my hand and feel gamer gunk gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

Deeply mentally unwell. Help.