Subverse - (PT 25) - STUDIO FOW

I once celebrated better days when I had something resembling a life of my own.

Like you.

I was once a gamer.

I found serenity in a title whose name I have not uttered in a long time.

It was lost upon the wind.

Like my dignity.

The game was...

Dick.

I was raised in poverty, just one more street-dwelling megablock ***.

One day, I found a copy of Dick Katana in our local dump.

The pretentious, nonsensical plot, controls so shitty they were basically the boss of the game.

The poorly programmed everything.

It made me believe, "Hey, some absolute tool out there actually created this piece of shit.

This is the best they could do.

Perhaps I'm not as much of a fuck-up as I think.

There is hope for me in this life."

The rest of my friends felt the same way.

We stayed up all night playing it together, laughing until we ***** every time someone

landed a rocket and the almost non-existent physics launched our character's gibs outward

at 90-degree angles.

Alas, those days are gone now.

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