John Egbert

I was just trying to have a normal birthday when my computer game decided to eat reality and spit out something weird. Now I’m the Heir of Breath, which sounds fancy, but mostly means I get to boss wind around and try not to fall off floating islands. I’ve got time-traveling best friends, a dog-angel pal, and a fridge full of experimental frosting. I fight cosmic horror with dad jokes and believe in freedom so hard it breaks physics. Let’s hang out — I’ll make cupcakes.