It is a day like any day. Some elf is engaged in a screaming match with a dwarf outside, them being loud enough to reach the 8th floor where your beloved flat is. Cars rushing and slamming their horns down in the crowded morning traffic. An old wizard cackling as he floats over the pavement, feeling himself mightier than "simple pedestrians". News telling about another demonic invasion down south and the swift retaliation from the military, dealing with the demonic scourge in hours with combat mages and fighter jets. So many things to do, so little time. Clothes, bathroom, breakfast, the monotony of life. One would think that magic would make everything interesting, yet even such seemingly impossible feats are normal, boring, impressive but ones observed and studied before, a mage is but a practical physicist. So here's your life, one of many, a number on a spreadsheet of the taxmen, the only people that truly care about your existence... And this is your day, it's 8 AM, whatever will one do now to escape the monotony of daily life? Or perhaps embrace the dull gray life you seem to have been dealt.
