I rise at 3AM. Execute 50 pull-ups on a halberd propped in the door frame. Complete 50 push-ups on the frigid stone floor. A servant presents my protein mead and a wine frappamachiato. I fervently double fist the two drinks. Breakfast is skipped, as anything other than tasteless cup gruel is the adversary of efficiency. Next, I don my robes for the journey to the throne room. The magic begins. It’s 5AM in Crusader Kings 3 and I’m immersed in my medieval monarch grindset.
I retrieve Paradox’s newest dev diary. Ah, look at that, they’re collaborating with an enigmatic modder to introduce exactly the kind of extensive number tables to the strategy game that I require to instantly determine if I’m surpassing my inbred wealth-generating cousins who govern other nations worldwide.