Telroth

A cursor blinked on the monitor around 4am.  The room was completely dark, all except for the radiant, cold glow silhouetting a being, sitting in his chair.  A clacking of typing and backspaces filled the room, reflecting with a metallic verberation as they echo off the countless cans of various caffeine laden soft-drinks that covered just about all available space.  Meet Andy, or as he liked to go by his internet handle, "prophil".  He was a solitary sort, often preferred the company of himself but, in truth, he sought more from life.  Due to his social anxieties and reoccurring depressive states, he could never get along well with others fo