Jack of Harts

I stopped pulling characters out of games for a while. I had to help some new friends get over psychological trauma that I had not even imagined could exist. They still weren’t alive, you know. Almost all of them were just AIs. But they were my responsibility, and that made it my mission to help in any way I could. We went on boat rides, forest hikes, walked into town, and a dozen other activities. They joined me on wilderness tours, and helped keep watch for wild animals in the middle of the night. I helped them experience real life in the best place on Earth, and they got better. Northern Minnesota has a way of helping people like that. Even AIs. Even young and stupid kids like me. It’s truly a piece Heaven on Earth.