The Story of Us

 
It was a dreary afternoon. Then it wasn't. A long time before that dreary afternoon that eventually wasn't dreary or afternoon, little Echo Echo was playing some adult quizzes on his friend's computer. Figuring out which Final Fantasy character's boobs he was. It was a simpler time.

Young Echo Echo grew up, always wondering if he was still Dagger's boobs, all the time hoping that he could one day be more. Perhaps not Lulu's boobs, but maybe Tifa's?

Anyway, when he grew up he decided to start making games. He wasn't good at them. Never had the right commitment. Never had the right passion. After years and years of effort, the idea came to him in a dream. "Make money, you bastard!"

And here I am. Making less money than I want, and more than I deserve. (This was written before there was anyone giving me money. So... Still less than I deserve probably)

Anyway. Aren't cartoon boobs great? I forgot where I was going with this...