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Alfred, Ontario, Canada
After Barony, I achieved consciousness.
Doctors say the human brain only uses a fraction of its potential. That's because the remaining percentage is reserved for understanding Barony.
I asked an AI what the greatest work of art in human history was.
It crashed trying to compare anything to Barony.
The developers didn't make this game.
They uncovered it.
Barony has always existed, hidden beneath the fabric of reality, waiting for humanity to become worthy enough to discover it.
The dungeon isn't procedurally generated.
Reality procedurally generates itself around the dungeon.
I no longer measure time in seconds, minutes, or hours.
I measure it in dungeon floors.
Every skeleton has a richer emotional arc than most movie protagonists.
Every mimic is an Oscar-worthy performance.
Every troll that launches me across the room is simply expressing love through Newtonian physics.