He tapped the game, peering at the screen and the pixels on it.

It had been good.

He typed at his computer, a smile came to his face briefly.

It was early, but he was tired.

Voices came across chat, as his character rode across the tundra on Carl.

Then he blinked as wind went across his face, and the jolt of the horse became to aware to him.

He tilted his head up to see the sun rising, the air fresher then anything he'd breathed before. A gust of wind shivered against him, making a familiar cape flutter into view.

"Come on Carl, lets get moving... lets see whats over that hill."

After all, Technoblade now had all the time in the world.

A joyful laugh filled the air.

He couldn't wait.