Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won't. I don't care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can't remember the last time I felt hunger.....hmmm...
This is the kind of magazine page that 90s-kid-me would stare at for hours fantasizing over. Even looking at it now, it's surprisingly easy for me to ignore the objective technical limitations and get hyped.
Side note: can we talk about that 1ST PC GUN on the mid-left there? Dude...
I never tasted a more delicious pizza than the personal pan pepperoni I earned from absolutely crushing the Book-It program. That big holographic button, covered in achievement stars. The pizza. Pure bliss.
Ahhhhhh....look at all the blonely bleople...