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When asked to provide a biographical statement, Chinedum Richard Ofoegbu decided to provide three. For your edification, all three are presented, unedited, here.
C_______ was a nerd and all-round n'er-do-well until he discovered a book on biofeedback. Time passed. He dropped out of college where he had been studying nothing very much in particular and joined a Shaolin temple. Predictably, he surpassed his masters, learning all they could teach him and more besides. Soon thereafter, by dint of focused insanity and calculated monomania, he transformed himself into a chi-adept martial artist. He however, prefers to be referred to as a Boxer, in reference and gently mocking homage to the deluded rebels of the Boxer Rebellion. Unlike them of course, his Iron Shirt can blunt bullets.
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Born on a Saturday, other stuff happened. Hi.
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(insert time counter here) years ago, Chinedum was born. He grew up in Nigeria, a third-world pisshole with strong but ever-diminishing potential, as an absent-minded but otherwise deliriously happy kid, reading voraciously, passing exams with minimal study and chickening out of fights.
And then what happened?
He discovered videogames and realized that narratives could be interactive. He also developed a lifelong Goldeneye-inspired paranoia about long corridors and high banisters. Eventually, he washed up on the shores of America, a world he had only known through movies and Puff Daddy videos. He ate pizza. He discovered American girls were no easier to get into bed than those of anywhere else. He read Grant Morrison's The Invisibles and knew immediately that he must become a writer or be nothing else besides. Henceforth, he has done little more than keep himself fed, raid the library with savagery and focus and do his damndest to bring that ambition to fruition.
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