The first day without Steam.
The house became lonely and I had nothing to do but think. So I thought. I thought about how I was going to kill Ghostly. About how I was going to make him pay for what he did to me.
In my solitude, I read the array of books we had kept but never even looked at. "Artificer's handbook" was the first one to be picked up. It told me about people who could make machines for good or evil with their bare hands. It was once I read that book that I had made my final plan. I was going to harness Ghostly's "stand" and find a universe like mine that had a Steam loyal to me and a world for me to make people have their choices taken just like mine was.
My second choice in my life was to take others choices. Ironic.
