For a more bitter sweet memory. I love cinnamon shnappes. For some reason my brain really latched onto the time I got Dead Rising 2 for super cheap on the Xbox 360.

My deeply unpleasant ex was on an overnight trip with her friends and I was at peace. Just alone with my cat, nursing on a glass of cinnamon shnappes and sprite, eating some pizza and listening to early youtube video essays.

I was in the peak of my depression, and being around her made it worse. We loved each other and didn’t want to call it quits, but it desperately needed to happen.

Sitting there alone, in that moment of peace. It reminded me that there are still simple joys in life.

Food riot/starvation/exposure/myself brought on by climate collapse.

Otherwise, odds are with my family, it’ll be my heart will go out or diabetes. Can’t rule out car accident though.

NiGHTS into Dreams and Billy Hatcher will always hold a special place in my heart.

It’s a bummer that Sega doesn’t really do cartoony mascot-y games anymore outside of Sonic.

Like they have such a huge library of visually distinct characters just rotting away, only coming out every decade or so for a kart racing game or random cameo.

Woah, history is a lot cooler than I tho– oh the bird