Whether it's a rant about Elf or a deep dive into the travesty that is The Polar Express, Michael doesn't just dislike movies, he eviscerates them with surgical precision. It’s like watching a chef critique a meal he’d rather set on fire.

Michael’s posts on identity read like a manifesto for self-acceptance in a world that’s just as confused as he is. And he’s right; nobody gets to tell you how to self-identify, not even your dog—although they may have opinions.

From his escapades in Veilguard to his love for Hades, Michael is like a wizard in a gaming world, casting spells of nostalgia while dodging the reality of adulting. It’s one level up from turning off the console to ‘go outside’—a feat no gamer achieves lightly.