I am Ernest Joseph Quinn.
Due to my pursuit of petty revenge against those who killed my friend Leticia K. Flanders, I was hoodwinked by an unrealistic ideology, networking with the wrong people and trying to take over someone's game in a hostile way... and was dealt with a heavy dose of a reality check by that someone... Benoit Valmonte.
I am now serving my well-deserved sentence.
I indeed... got this.
Right now, I want to clean up my act.
I regret doing everything in your name, my friend.
I wish I could go back to simpler times, where politics didn't matter much.
What mattered much was seeing promising e-sports athletes make it into the big leagues.
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One of those simpler times was when we went out one summer evening, after I called it a day at the internet café.
The streets of Seattle were kind of unpredictable, but overall, they were peaceful.
"Oh look, E. J.! I'm smelling something delicious!"
