Eleven years ago, this month, a boy of seven years found Geneforge while going through a list of games being distributed by WildTangent's Gateway Games. He spend a few hours on it, walked off the Crumbling Docks, got bored, and moved on to something else.
Years passed. The boy turned twelve, and entered the seventh grade. Life was calm; there were friends, adventures, books to read and things to learn. He met a girl named Dorothea - barely. Time passed as it did in small towns in California: somehow rapidly while never really moving at all.
The boy's parents pulled him from school