But last year, something very strange happened one Friday night. I escaped one last time. On the way home from school and stopped by my local Goodwill and found a cache of SNES games, most notably Turtles in Time and Donkey Kong Country. I bought them right away, and took them home, ready to rip into some old school cartridge based fun. And I did. I just sat down and played through a few worlds of DKC, reminded of the nights when I used to do this all the time-- sit down and play a 2D platformer that was too long to beat in a single sitting. Good time, eh? And in due time, I started to get hungry. With no instant meals in the house, I was also feeling a little too lazy to just fix something to eat, so I did what any lazy gamer does-- I ordered a large $5 pepperoni pizza from the Domino’s down the street. I grabbed a plate, an ice glass of Coke, and set the pizza up on my desk. So there I was, playing Ninja Turtles on my SNES in my room, with the door closed, the sound cranked up, a hot plate of pizza to my left, and a chilled glass of soda to my left. I escaped.
I hadn’t felt this way in a long time, and it was amazing. Time lost all meaning-- three hours felt a lot more like twelve and to me, the outside world stopped existing. If anyone were to try and contact me, I would’ve just ignored them. My responsibilities were gone, my stress relieved, and it was all just about me and the game. Oh, what a night.
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