I was walking across a school field when someone asked me why I was always the last person to leave a venue. I didn’t really have a good answer.

I was playing a space strategy game which had just recently released a rather immersion-breaking content patch. I was entering gift codes to unlock the free anime girl portraits that came with the update. My phone started freezing up.

I was playing Magic the Gathering with my dad and it was getting late. We packed up all of the cards into a suitcase and got ready to leave. We somehow ended up with a spare empty suitcase and no one could remember what was originally inside of it. I contemplated taking it back with us but ended up leaving it under the coffee table.

I was in the garage looking for a new bag to replace my backpack that I’d been using for years. I put some coins into the secondhand bag vending machine until 5 or so popped out from the bottom. I set the bags on the table on the other side of the room and started rummaging through them. I took a liking to a dark green canvas messenger bag and was surprised to find stacks of cash in a ziploc bag inside.

I had blown off my left arm with an explosive and implicated myself for associating with nazis. Both incidents were planned in an attempt to disqualify my eligibility for being drafted into the the military. Shortly after being dismissed, I sat on the floor and broke down crying after realizing the consequences of my actions.

I was playing as the Pyro on the RED team on 2fort. I was camping around the BLU intel area and upgrading various perks that I had unlocked. One of them called “Gas Bloodstream”, which increased the fire rate of my flamethrower. I heard a Heavy in the distance asking someone to “please hand the ball”.

I was playing 100% Orange Juice with a mouth stuffed full of guava. I must’ve passed out at some point because a friend who was hanging out in the room wasn’t there anymore.

My dad was painting as he sat on the top deck of our house in the mountains. He asked me for feedback as I looked at the canvas. I pointed out that the angles of some of the lines of the house seemed to be off.

I was watching someone play Baldur’s Gate 3 and they were grinding one of the early zones. The other players had already moved on from the place but they really wanted to get a full armor set. They eventually got an item which granted so much move speed that it trivialized the rest of game.

We were traveling by rail when my friend told me that he planned to rob the group of laborers who were sleeping in one of the boxcars. When night came I woke up to the sound of him prying open the door to the container and I stood up in disbelief, knocking over a metal water bottle. He glared at me in response despite the fact that his clanging was much noisier.