BY OUR MALICE COMBINED

My best friend at the time was working with me, and we were they type who could finish each other’s sentences, and we enjoyed messing with everyone’s heads by carrying on conversations while we were not in the same place.  Like, I’d be at the sink, he’d be bussing tables, and we’d just carry on our half of the conversation, pausing to fill in the gaps where the other would respond… and then turn around and reply to a response that we could not, in fact, hear, but knew what would be said.  One waitress actually hung by the kitchen door to verify that we were, in fact, having one conversation.  We were known as Thing 1 and Thing 2. 

This particular story takes place during a music festival where they blocked off a huge part of downtown and put literal concert stages in the street.  We were expecting a really busy night, and had a full staff… and of course, nobody showed up.  They start sending people home, including me.

I decide not to go straight home… I futz around for a bit, and realise that hey, I’m kinda hungry, and I don’t actually have much food at home, nor a whole lot of money. But if I go back to work, I can order something and charge it against my next cheque. 

Meanwhile, back at work, the entire city of Birmingham has showed up at the same time.  They’re slammed, and regretting sending people home.  The manager tried calling me, but I wasn’t home.  So he turns to Thing 2 and says “Hey, can’t reach Thing 1 at home.  Do you know how to get hold of him?”

Now, Thing 2 is kind of irritated at being asked how to contact a person who isn’t home in the days before cellphones, so in complete sarcasm, he puts his fingers to his temples, acts like he’s sending a telepathic transmission, and says “He’ll be here in five minutes.”  The manager takes it as the sarcasm it was intended to be… for exactly four minutes and forty-five seconds, when I walk in the door.  I could see from a block away that the place was slammed, and I don’t even need to be told that I’m going Back to Work.

And that's neat, but to me it also begs the question of: short of the game not allowing for loading back to a previous state and only having one save slot per run, what incentive is there for the player to pursue this? From a player's point of view "just reload the save and don't die this time" will always be preferable to this, especially since many dungeon crawler CRPGs assume an "everything is the dungeon" type of approach where you also kind of have to tackle the dungeon sequentially level by level. This is not like losing a single mission in XCOM where you can still probably recover and the campaign isn't entirely lost due to one loss: this is the equivalent of having to start with a fresh party who are probably squishy and will have to grind at least to some extent to be able to survive whatever it is that the previous party already had to survive to make it to level Fuck in the first place.

I got hired from fivrr to make a post on this account.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to reply to any tags or reblog some specific post. She gave me no instructions other than "poast good pleaze im so freaking tiredd," whatever that means. Reblog this one a lot so she'll tip me i guess. I should go back to driving Lyft, this is humiliating.