Don't Joke, I'm Just a Gamer

My mother died the day I was born, and my father died when I was three. Born with eyes of different colors, I was branded an ill omen, and no one wanted me. At three years old, I could only go live in an orphanage. At the orphanage, every day I ate potatoes the size of fists, or fists the size of potatoes. After somehow enduring that hellish place until I was 18, I finally got out, only to find that no one would hire me because of my eyes. Luckily, I had a knack for gaming and could support myself by leveling accounts for other people. But after only a few good days, two beautiful women showed up at my door, knocked me out without a word, and carried me off. I’m just a gamer. Why does the universe have to torment me like this?