From a white rabbit, to some dead grass, to a snow particle, and descending inside myself until I became a hydrogen atom wandering into a burnt green nothingness occasionally punctuated by wayward bacteria.
The third thing the guild really, really cares about is if anyone does anything nice for me, specifically. The guild really, really cares about this because I’m a girl.
When my mother came to take us to the battered women’s shelter, she brought with her a copy of Zombies Ate My Neighbors for the Sega Genesis. My brother and I sat in the principal’s office. We were pulled out of class around eleven. The principal came to our respective classrooms and ushered us into his office. When we stepped inside, my mom was already there, her eyes looking very old in the clinically bright lighting. I was seven and my brother was five.
One of the best un-talked-about aspects of video games is their general lack of soul-crushing suburban sprawl. They don’t need it. There’s not even anywhere to put it.
After playing hours and hours and hours of a so-called “open world” game that simulated a wilderness realm in which I was an outlaw and member of a gang of men and women and children who lived together in a camp on a wooded plateau not far from a town called “Valentine”
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