I stared blankly at my computer screen, fidgeting while my character filled bottles with river water in Black Desert Online. Normally you had to do it manually, one bottle at a time, but I had managed to get an input macro set up through my mouse that let it run automatically. Of course, I don't know why I bothered. It's not like I got up and did something else with the time it saved me...<br/><br/>Someone knocked at the door, sending the dog into a barking fit, like always. "I'll get it!" I call out, grateful to be distracted from my game (for once at least). I sigh as I tromp towards the door.<em>"Maybe it's time for something new..."</em>I think to myself.<em>"BDO is starting to feel a little stale. Maybe I should install Skyrim again..."</em>I grimace.<em>"Blegh. I don't know if I'm ready to spend a few weeks on mods again though..."</em>I check the peephole, and seeing no one, open the door a crack while blocking the dog with a leg. I see the box and give the dog a shove, opening enough space to slip out and partially close the door behind me. I pick up the box and look at the shipping label, reading my own name: Tamzen Hooper.<br/><br/>"Huh, I don't remember ordering anything..." I murmur to myself as I carry the box inside and up to my room. "Just a package!" I shout to let my parents know what was at the door. I close the door to my room behind me and plop down onto my bed to take a closer look at the box. "Rouge Gaming Industries... Never heard of them..." I look at the label quizzically. I spend a few moments trying to get through the packing tape with just my fingers, but my short-bitten nails deny me purchase. I rummage through the junk on my desk for a bit until I find something suitably sharp-like and finally get the box open so I can dig through it's contents.<br/><br/>At first, I think it must be a mistake. I don't even have a motorcycle, so why would I order a helmet? Then I find the letter, and read it. My right eyebrow raises higher and higher as my eyes scan over the page. "Well that-" I drop the letter back into the box. "-sounds like total bullshit." I look askance at the helmet.<br/><br/>And yet... I can't help but be intrigued. I pick up the helmet and look it over, especially the inside. It doesn't look dangerous...<em>"It plugs into the wall, so it could electrocute me to death I guess, but that seems pretty unlikely."</em>My finger taps out my indecision against the hard plastic of the helmet.<br/><br/>"Oh what the hell!" I mumble as I fish the power cord out of the box.<em>"So what if it does fry me? What do I really lose?"</em>I plug the helmet in and reach inside, touching the parts that look like they would make contact with my head. No shocks. Just a bit of a tingle.<em>"Well, at least it won't kill me... probably."</em><br/><br/>Resolved, I fetch the CD and pull my chair over by the outlet where I've got the helmet plugged in. "Welp, here goes nothing..." I hold the helmet in front of me. I don't believe it's going to work... but I can't help but feel excited by the impossible thought of what it might mean if it<em>does</em>. Butterflies fill my stomach. It doesn't make sense that I'm so nervous. It's just a prank or some silly vaporware or something.<br/><br/>I put the helmet on my head.