I was actually over at his house last year for tea, and brought my gaming laptop with me to show him Odyssey so he could relive his time walking around on things not the earth. We landed on a barren rocky world, and he excitedly clicked on the disembark button… only for it to fade to black and have him appear on the surface.
”That’s IT?!?” he screamed, spittle flying from his lips in pure anger. “That’s it?!?! Don’t these guys know that walking to the hatch and going down the ladder was the best bit??“
He then flung the laptop through the window in a rage, before stomping off muttering about them not even being to recreate Buzz Aldrin’s chronic flatulence properly as I left in shame.
A few weeks later I received a letter from him, telling me to never come to his home again, and how the game had completely ruined his own moment. He also pointed out that people playing in solo only weren’t playing the game properly, and finished the missive “Panther Clipper when?!?!”
”That’s IT?!?” he screamed, spittle flying from his lips in pure anger. “That’s it?!?! Don’t these guys know that walking to the hatch and going down the ladder was the best bit??“
He then flung the laptop through the window in a rage, before stomping off muttering about them not even being to recreate Buzz Aldrin’s chronic flatulence properly as I left in shame.
A few weeks later I received a letter from him, telling me to never come to his home again, and how the game had completely ruined his own moment. He also pointed out that people playing in solo only weren’t playing the game properly, and finished the missive “Panther Clipper when?!?!”