He steps through the door to his cockpit tiered, weary, and lonely. He slowly sits down in his computer chair. He lets out a slow sigh as he he presses the power button. He smiles hearing it power up. This is his plain, his destination unknown. The fans spin up loudly, and he sits back hearing the familiar beep telling him all systems are ready. As he enters the password to his private escape vehicle he pulls his headset comfortably over his head. The system asks in a calm and robotic voice. "Where to today sir?"
He shakes his head with a hurt and tiered face. "Anywhere but here..." He answers softly. The system quickly begins playing some music to help relax him, and he is soon flown to another place. One far from here, where he is appreciated, and loved. Where he is accepted for who is and wants to be. He smiles as he crosses the boarded to this familiar land where he is for once at peace. Leaving the rest behind he steps off his plain and is greeted warmly by his friends. "It's good to be home." He says with a smile. Having forgotten the stress and harsh words of the other world.
This story- is a metaphor.
The plain a- computer.
The pilot- me (or any other gamer really)