It's so satisfying when you get good at knocking out other racers. I remember as a teenager I would set my top speed to high and whittle down half of the other racers on my way to the front of the pack.
It's easy to get in the top ten when you drop the racers count down fifteen places.
My buddy got himself a cat a few years ago. (She adopted him)
I would tease him about becoming a cat person. "I will never become a 'cat guy', I'm not going to spoil her. She's just a barn cat to keep the mice out"
The barn in question was the Mother-in-law house at his folks that he was staying in.
After a few months of us cat owners teasing him, I asked him point blank "have you ever slept in an uncomfortable position as to not disturb your cat?"
After a good half minute pause we got a "err, I mean yeah, I don't want to disturb her if she's asleep!"
He became a total cat dad until the day he moved into a dog house and left her with his folks. He still dotes on her when he comes home to visit.
Considering the deaths the average Dwarf in my last fortress suffered. I ain't touching DF with a ten-foot pole.
A deadly dust forgotton beast broke into the fort through a forgotten cavern access. My military quickly killed it; but before they could step into the Dwarven Bath to rinse off the dust 2/3rds of my fortress was dying of a total body necrotic rot.
The tattoo is excellent, but to permanently have it on your skin is a level of irony poisoning I aspire to have one day.
An upside of apocalyptic environmental collapse due by the end of the century is The Elders™ trying to explain their very specific joke tattoos to the younglings.
I hope they enjoy the extra money they make off me buying Netflix for a single month every other year, when they use to get me subscribed all the time.
Seems like a stable business decision that's absolutely not the first sign of a bubble bursting.
For a more bitter sweet memory. I love cinnamon shnappes. For some reason my brain really latched onto the time I got Dead Rising 2 for super cheap on the Xbox 360.
My deeply unpleasant ex was on an overnight trip with her friends and I was at peace. Just alone with my cat, nursing on a glass of cinnamon shnappes and sprite, eating some pizza and listening to early youtube video essays.
I was in the peak of my depression, and being around her made it worse. We loved each other and didn't want to call it quits, but it desperately needed to happen.
Sitting there alone, in that moment of peace. It reminded me that there are still simple joys in life.
NiGHTS into Dreams and Billy Hatcher will always hold a special place in my heart.
It's a bummer that Sega doesn't really do cartoony mascot-y games anymore outside of Sonic.
Like they have such a huge library of visually distinct characters just rotting away, only coming out every decade or so for a kart racing game or random cameo.
It's so satisfying when you get good at knocking out other racers. I remember as a teenager I would set my top speed to high and whittle down half of the other racers on my way to the front of the pack.
It's easy to get in the top ten when you drop the racers count down fifteen places.