I was playing Scattergories with my cousin and two aunts, and the category happened to be “Things you hide in a suitcase”. My aunt ended up saying booze but we all thought she said boobs, and she looked up and went “Ma’am, your boobs are over seven ounces, you can’t take them on the plane.”
One time my mom was trying to make a Christmas card and she ended up screaming at the computer because she couldn’t see the letters but they were just the same color as the background
that’s almost too cruel
I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.
Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.
I’m not a gamer but I’ll always reblog these.
Vicious. I love it.