It was freezing in Briza's room, and as much as she would have loved to wear mittens or gloves, the conducive wear of such fabric upon her skin of her hands would only be a hindrance towards her pathetic and petty social life solely garnered around the cornered and hole-in-the-wall outskirts of the internet.  Nonetheless, bundled in a mountain of blankets and a plethora of outer garments, she sat in front of her computer screen tapping away on her keyboard, trying to maintain a basic paragraph of information for some plausibly interesting IC hangout thread.  It had occurred to her that she was not actually cold, and it was merely a greater creature or thing controlling her computer simulated existence and commanding or rather demanding she exhibit symptoms of near hypothermia and an insistent need to hyperbolize every ailment that would befall her.  However, her mind was not so much interested with investing much thought into the faux-situation she had been made, but rather, she was more concerned with engaging in the use of elaborate escapism to numb her exaggerated pain not from her chilled bones but from her cliche case of ennui due to existential dread.  [i]Hopefully, using my RPG handle won't warrant any unnecessary investigation towards my shitty character building skills,[/i] she thought to herself before hovering the cursor over the blue 'Post Reply' button and left clicking her computer mouse.  She still needed to find her glasses because really, if she was to be honest, her eyes were strained and hot from not properly fashioning them this morning.  [i]At least,[/i] she thought to herself, [i]there is a part of me not succumbing to the torturous conditions of this wet and dreary winter.[/i]