I used to play this game a crapton after I graduated university and was looking for a job in 2010. I even wrote some of the area descriptions. I ended up being the #1 player for 3 months…the only thing that curbed my addiction was having to go to Hawaii to visit my grandpa (and I totally stressed about whether I should bring my laptop or not…to think I was dreading going to Hawaii because of it). Even after I stopped, I was #1 for a while yet because I had been so far ahead hehe.
I still have all my wordpad docs from when I played. I listed what each block was, if there was a store - what they were selling and the prices, what each item did, how much it weighed, weapon details, best things to scavenge…it’s crazy looking back at it. I was my own wikipedia.
I think I played solo during my #1 stint, but I joined a group eventually, I’m pretty sure. Even then I didn’t interact much. I’m so antisocial with games…even with minecraft, I’ve been playing the same world for almost 2 years, and I’ve been on public servers a handful of times.
Even though it was beta, even though I was totally exploiting this one flaw, I had fun playing. I’m glad I stopped playing, though. Haven’t played Minecraft in a few months, too, so I hope I can keep it up.
In conclusion, this is why I don’t game.
"The Universe only became the Universe when it shattered into dust."
— Andrea Gibson (Source: oh, albatross)
"…it looks like you spent the day karate-chopping chimney sweeps."
— David Rees, professional pencil sharpener, on writing in pencil left-handed
My dad playing the harmonica, like a bunch of songs, mostly Christmas songs, just now. I knew he played before, but I’ve only ever heard him a few times. He’s actually really good at it. I thought it was a cd or carollers outside (not that there have been carollers - ever - around our house). Apparently he also plays the ukelele.This is a weird thing to learn about my dad when he’s 67 years old.
It’s bittersweet and melancholy somewhat, but it’s comforting. He plays for my mum. I hope she’s listening.
At my elementary, there used to be a really weird bathroom. It had a first floor, but to the side, stairs that led to a second floor. The second floor was some kind of weird small boiler room - lots of pipes and hissing and general disarray. It also had functioning toilets too. I remember because I used one of those toilets at least once.
Honestly, it was really creepy - like, why was it there? My elementary was only single-storey and wasn’t that big - as far as I know that was the only part that had a second floor. Why would they have a second floor of functioning toilets? That wasn’t the only girls washroom in the school, it’s not like the school was lacking in washrooms. Who else would use those toilets besides weirdos like me? Maybe it was some sort of janitor’s workroom. But there were no female janitors there, ever, so why would it be connected there? Ugh. I’ve creeped myself out.
"And she was beautiful
Because she refused to taste sadness
Even when that was the only thing she had left to eat."