Darren exited his parents house. It was small, in the poorer part of the town. His parents weren't the stereotypical poor, neglectful parents who didn't try in life though and abused him. He wasn't in a JRPG made by Americans obsessed with Japan of course. His parents were actually Swedish, and came to America with the hopes of becoming successful in their respective fields of work. Darren's father, a plumber was largely discriminated against for his birthplace as most people in their area wanted homegrown workers to fix their pipes. Darren's mother was and still is a baker, although the company she worked for pays minimum wage. Nevertheless, this allowed Darren to appreciate his games more and ultimatley become better at the certain games he actually owned. The first of these was 'Sid Meier's Civilization' which grew to become an obsession for him. He'd save up for Sid Meier games whenever he had heard they were coming out, most of his christmas money went to getting expansion packs and memoribilia. Another favourite of his were the Fallouts before the third. He did like the third, just not as much as the old ones. Nevertheless, Darren set out on his way to his friend, Dylans house. He met Dylan and his other friends at E3, a gaming convention. He was dressed as 'Albert Cole', one of the premade characters in the first Fallout. 

Darren was the last one to arrive at the door, walking was the slowest option after all. He wasn't late though, he knew that Dylan would take longer just to make sure everything was perfect. Darren was grateful for Dylan's bad habit, what he wasn't grateful for was the bad impression though. He stepped in first before stating
"Nice, Sweetooth impression, Dylan" He grinned before patting him on the back and making his way towards the veritable game cove that Dylan had prepared. Practically anything any gamer could ever want for a gaming session was on the counter. Darrens favourites were of course the 'Cool original' Doritos and the cherry coke. He disliked beer, the taste was too tangy. He sat on a sort of lawnchair, but more of a comfy lawnchair. Not the kind you'd buy from a chemist or something the kind you'd buy from Ikea and have someone else assemble. Overall the night looked promising, especially since Darren could spot Smash Bros on the game rack.