Mate, I'd absolutely love to, oh, hold on.
(Some time later) Sorry, had to deliver a child, as in childbirth. Then I had to save the planet, as in apocalypse. Now Mummy's calling me for supper, so I gotta go.
NOW I WISH, and I TRULY WISH IT. That I lived in a bunker, in the centre of the earth, with a lifetime supply of tea and biscuits (PG tips, tesco value chocolate digestive bars [they're like penguins... you know where I'm going with it] fyi) BUT I don't. My life's bull****. If I could drop it all and walk about Faerun as a ranger, believe me buddy. I would.
But I can't. I just can't. I've got to work, you know, and when I'm not working I really shouldn't be playing computer games.
Now, and this is sad, like holocaust sad, you're not going to get four other people so stay with you from the beggining of SoA 'till the end of ToB. And it breaks my heart, truly. BUT, If you want someone who'll be there on and off for a week or something, I'm your man. I'll even buy a mic. Just make sure that the other three guys don't think they're Jan Jansen, Valygar Corinthala and Mazzy Fentan. I'd read a cursed scroll of petrification. Serious.