About JaMoMaNone of us since 1:58 AM on 03.17.2013
Nearly 26 years ago in the midst of a sweltering summer and under the light of a blood red moon I was born in to this world. I don't imagine that the circumstances of my nativity differed in any truly significant manner from those of my fellow Destructoid readers. I emerged from the womb covered in blood and other detritus, but otherwise unscathed. My hands clasped and unclasped, my mouth sucked greedily, empty at the moment, but already eager for the life giving milk that would soon flow from my mother's teat. As of yet I had no name, but already I had a passion. Perhaps planted within my heart by the machinations of ancient instinct or instilled in me by a nefarious subterranean demon, I had a love, and that love was for games.