Less than a week ago @gosenbach called me to this thread by name. The calling was completely unrequired as this specific thread sits both on the discussions link as well as my own personal wheelhouse of interest.
Yet I was called indeed here. To learn of two games of madness and cannibalism, two games that promise to let you explore the edges of a persons limits. Is it worth the risk to reach out for that possible gem just beyond the next door or safer to turn back while you are just bloodied and not yet fallen.
Here, should I reach out and pluck these up like two orbs from the face of time or acknowledge the whispers of a weakening sanity that my promises to the cold unthinking every rolling time (present and future) hold no space for two more.
They do sparkle so. And in just the right way to promise a rush of blood and glory that also calls to me. But a distant village on that same river of time guided by the ferryman echos the cries of others. Cries of being portable and free rather than tethered to a small desk in the living room.
Oh! If only the mancave still held the throne set before the four glorious monitors and three computers that it had at its' height. There one of the three was a masterpiece of engineering. A rig fit for the catalog of distractions it held so tightly. Even the lesser of the three would still be a fine holder for these orbs.
But alas all of those three have also fallen to the claws of time and abuse at my hands. My PCs of old are but scraps recycled into who knows what. The remaining digital amusements are much lesser constructs. A castoff from my wife's place of employment services as my main data entry port. For which it does well enough but it is no machine to enter the virtual realms as freely or as deeply as I did of old.
Apple by way of their prophet Jobs have given me freedom to roam on machines that just now are approaching the points I knew of old. There is much to be said to be able to sit upon many a different throne while fighting off Thin-men, lizard men and other distractions. Indeed the fact that when I really seek a deep escape I have multiple of these devices in front of me attempting to recreate the four windows into the digital I once had speaks of their success. Or my own desperation.
Even on such journeys they are best when I lose myself completely to one window above all others. Then and now I ache for a story, a narrative or a feeling, that consumes all of my thoughts and power for a time.
These two do offer to let that happen. As with most things there is no way to reclaim success if the promise fails, nor any sign that these two have dropped their promises like so many before.
But to wait, to count out the days and weeks and months before they might yet reach the mobile sphere against the knowledge that right now I could capture these and bind them to an aging relic like myself and use them as I see fit...
Such things keep me awake and ranting on the internet at the early morning hours while I prepare the valentines gift for my wife. The same who keeps me to a budget that would be broken should I give in here and now.
But still the call goes on.