This story is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of 18.
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I don’t think I was supposed to find out about the Knights of Toledo Computer and Gaming Club. Maybe it would have been better if I didn’t.
I was new in town. I moved from out of state and I found myself working another shitty job at a coffee shop with no friends and no prospects. I really started to think it would be a good to break into IT or programming because being broke all the time is lame and there was serious money to be made in those fields.
That’s how I ended up hanging around in Warlock Cards and Games. It was part of the same strip mall as the laundromat. I think at the time I just felt like if I just kinda hung around nerds I would slowly sort to become integrated into their nerd community. Which did happen, just not the way I expected.
My recollections of that day were that it was cold. I was doing laundry. I was waiting for the wash cycle to be done and so I walked into the store. The store was empty except for two people. I know their names now, Lance and Roger. At the time I didn’t though.