An average morning
The day started with Viktor banging on his enclosed walls, screaming about the VietCong. You get used to it. I roll out of bed, get on my slippers, and walk into the kitchen. Viktor is a schizophrenic who periodically experiences "flashbacks" to Vietnam, even though he is Bulgarian and never served in the military. I never should have let him watch Full Metal Jacket. Mitch is already sitting at the breakfast table, munching on some fried goblin. As usual, he smells like straight gas. The dude smokes it like its going out of style. You see, Mitch is a chronically depressed warlock from Minas Tirith. He uses the weed to get through the day. Me, I'm from Canada. My dad was a huge fan of martial arts, and was concussed when I was born, thus the name. Mom was passed out from the effort of getting my huge head outta there. Bruce Chan, yeah, being named a combination of two of the most famous martial artists ever doesn't lead to ANY bullying in school. But I'm too lazy ...