"The Death Star plans are NOT in the main computer." "Have you checked the recycling bin?" "…yes." "You didn’t check it, did you? You didn’t. Don’t look at him, look at me. Did you check the recycling bin?" "Yes." "Charlie. Charlie, I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed." "…" "It’s alright. Come on. No, don’t - don’t cry. Ohhh… look, check the recycling bin, okay? I’ll bet it’s in there. Chin up, sport. Make the sun come out." "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay." "Good lad. Love you."
Fedex delivery driver just asked me if that was a Stormtrooper in the window - I asked if he liked Star Wars and his little Fedex eyes lit up, so I showed him the game room and I saw a 50yr old man turn into a 7yr old right in front of my eyes :)
Also, there’s a 7yr old driving a huge Fedex truck around Jacksonville. Please, please be careful…
Last night, "The Last Of Us" cemented itself as my favorite game, on any platform, of all time. I picked it up on release day last year, played it feverishly for a week, finished it and let it settle for months. Picked up the DLC a little while back, played it feverishly, finished it, let it settle for a day, then picked up the original game once again.
Those who know me well know I have an absolutely awful memory (traumatic head injury 15 or so years ago) - and while I can remember the entirety of The Goonies, word for word, you could show me ten main characters from The Walking Dead (which I love) and I’d probably only be able to tell you half of their names. The advantage to that (and there is one!), is that the second playthrough of “The Last Of Us” is almost as fresh as the first. Whilst I remember a lot of the main plot, twists and turns, etc - it’s the small things that continually amaze me throughout. Stopping to search a gutted house, turning around to check on Ellie and seeing her leaning against a radiator, trying to whistle. Riding a horse into a clearing, startling a group of monkeys who interact with your distance, get closer and they’ll run away, swinging on lamp posts, scaling guttering, disappearing across a rooftop.
Tiny little human touches, Joel nonchalantly scratching his arm, roaches on the wall fleeing from your flashlight. Wading across a stream and actually seeing the progress of your clothes and backpack drying as you walk through the next scene.