Christopher   Ayers

Christopher Ayers reads dashboards nobody acts on by day and writes worlds where someone finally does by night. The rest of his time is split, evenly and unwisely, between a home server with better uptime than he has, a 3D printer that is always mid-job, a boat that exists mostly to humiliate salmon, a snowmobile, a barbell, and a rotating cast of half-finished side quests his family has learned to nod along to. He lives near Puyallup with three kids and a long-suffering partner, all of whom are excellent at calling out his crap.

He likes his coffee black, and this much cheese to this much bread. A lot of cheese to a little bread.