Trol Seasson 2/3

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

You look for something to forget about the troubles of a gamer....

   

You look into your trash and garbage, ephemera and detritus of a misspent youth, tooth and nail fought and fraught with online bugbears. A crumpled slip of paper with a Shreddit (reddit but for Shreddies, the cereal) password. A glow-in-the-dark rubber duck from your ill conceived random phase. An xbox 360 to Gamecube to Wii 3 controller adapter, wrapped tight in 37m of extension cable.

Sometimes you wish you could adapt. Sometimes you wish you could extend.

   

You rifle through the rubbish. Rifles and Gamestation vouchers. But Gamestation closed long ago, retro and pre-owned facades and dedication to preservation supplanted by Game's sterile purple sheen and incessant, alienating, cutting edge triple-A rollout. It has been so long that you have begun to doubt; is there really any difference between the two? Or like Mario and Luigi Super Mario Bros., are they but aspects of the same thing.

   

What have you done with your life?

Is a gamer not entitled to the sweat of their palms? Shouldn't some friendship be waiting in this pile of painstakingly procured peripherals?

It feels like you're leading the nintendo 64 controller of lifes, while some people get to lead gamecube controller lives. It doesn't seem fair.

You come upon a change of underwear.

This world needs a change of underwear.

You just wish you knew how.

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

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