While the overarching plot and progression remained the same, new arcs and dialogue options would appear for each replay of the game. Someone didn’t miss the opportunity to start singing Deja Vu every time we reached a major plot point. After about the third time or so, I responded with “I have seen the future before”, which he seemed to appreciate. He said how in his conference he had been looking for people who caught on to his jokes.

I needed to rest after being in the practice rooms for the entire day so I walked outside and laid down on the pavement in front of the auditorium. It was the night of Halloween and people were milling about on the quad in their costumes. It was still a weekday however, so not that many people were actually out and about.

I was working on a research project for a linguistics class and I brought in a book to discuss with my professor. We talked about how the methodology for certain studies were flawed/problematic despite the fact that I had barely read any of the articles. We pointed out how inappropriate it was that in some understudied language, “mi-gwa” was jokingly translated as “I love my small brain.” I was essentially bullshitting my way through the conversation and I hated it.

We were hanging out inside of a glass room that resembled a smoking shelter. Either the glass was tinted orange or the sun was setting outside as I was laying on the sofa. “You’re hanging out around here an awful lot”, someone commented. They accused me of “paying [my] dignity for nudity.”

Around a hundred of us were locked in this facility with no way out until we had finished our task. We were here to research the virus that was devastating the world outside. Due to our limited contact with the outside, we were informed during our meeting in the underground parking lot that we had to start rationing our food.

My flight was departing today and our house was flooding. I ran out of my room as the water rose rapidly. I closed the door behind me and watched the water level through the glass panel on the door. It was 4PM.

He sat in his tank, upset, and facing the entrance. I drove up to him and parked my vehicle behind his. “I’m not going with you”, he said. I told him that was fine and picked up his laptop. “Don’t let your eyes off it”, he warned. I told him, “I know.”

I was playing a mirror match as Zagara in Heroes of the Storm. We were on Blackheart’s Bay and we had both gone for Nydus Network.

We were hiking when I found a bolt lodged into my right knee. At first I only found it with my fingers, by feeling the unnaturally smooth spot next to the head of my fibula. When I had my finger on the spot, I looked down to see my flesh and blood around the silver head. I had failed to locate the bolt the first time it had gotten stuck in my leg along with the other assortment of shrapnel.

There was a news report about a renaissance painter who went by the name Bennet. His most well-known work, Two Venetians Holding Hands , was on display in a nearby museum. The oil painting featured two men in blue walking by a canal under the midday sun.