Everything everyone else did, I did.

I never skipped school, I always did my homework, I never spoke out of line…

I did everything in my power to make sure I fit in, so that I would be completely indistinguishable from the masses.

I wasn't an individual.
I wasn't a person.

I was a cog in a machine.
Another liquid to be mixed in.

My life would be simple:

- Go to school

- Graduate

- Find work

- Get married

- Procreate

- Work

- Die

(Note: in that sequential order.)

That was the plan, at least.

Dave Grave — a name that somehow became associated with someone like me: a man who had spent an abundance of his lifespan sleepwalking through existence.

I currently look back on my boring life, which I used to lament, with a sense of longing that would usually creep into my somehow still-beating heart. I guess it's a cliche. You truly don't know what you got…I'm not even going to finish this sentence.

I was probably a normal person like you in the past. Don't know what kinky shit you like to get up to in the privacy of your bedroom and neither is it my place to judge.

But… Everything changed when the Fire Nation atta-

Okay, serious now.

My illusion of free will and personal sense of security was shattered on July 9, 2014. Or maybe it was August. I don't know (care).

Now before I get into this series-long flashback, I want to posit to you, dear reader, a question. And I want you to think about it long and hard.

Stop snickering.

Think about this one carefully. Are you ready?
No, that's not the question.

The question comes after this next line.

Okay, here goes...

What do you do when the entire world wants you dead?