What if the world we live in is actually a MMORPG? What if my life is really being controlled by some hormonal pissed off teenager whose parents keep complaining about the ridiculous amount of useless time he spends playing The Game of Earth? "I’m going to screw with my character today and make his notebook disappear! Because my rents don’t want me playing today. While I’m offline, I’ll let my character suffer and look for his notebook all day but he won’t find it because I’ve used my hex editor to remove it from the game! Ha!"
Where’s that coffee delivery boy?
