Master Potato comes into being with nothing but the clothes on his back and the bossy voice in his head that seems to control his actions and delights in making him jump everywhere. Can one character make sense of a world where he isn't in control and reconcile the Player that dictates his every move? This silly little story was written for a competition that had a WoW theme. I don't play WoW, but I picked a random LP and went with it.