I was playing as a Barbarian in Diablo with a friend. We were still at school as I transformed into a demon. Apparently this form had no combat skills. I cried in front of a kid who was holding a box cutter. They started crying too. The only ability I had was seeing the fears of others.

I was playing an autoshooter game with four towers and hordes of zombies climbing up said towers. There was some kind of rhythm game component to it until I got caught as a Spy and half of the team was getting spawn camped. I was being chased by a Scout in 100% OJ as I was tracing over a classical Japanese painting line by line. “I won’t eat it.” Someone was asking in a Discord server: “How does anyone enjoy art? Not a dig - genuinely curious”

Classes were over and people were heading to the docks to watch a formal duel between some students. A large crowd was already watching from behind the glass when we got there. A body lay unconscious on the ground while another was doing some kind of strange headstand in the center. Someone approached the boy only to be immediately thrown down onto the ground.

I was heading out of the house when I saw my neighbors and their friend in their pool. They were playing with some kind of substance that allowed them to breathe underwater. They invited me to join them but I turned down their offer as I looked at my phone.

I needed to catch my bus but the stop was at the very end of the bus terminal. I was running through the busses in the way instead of on the pedestrian walkway along the edge of the tunnel. However before I got to the end of one bus, the doors closed and the bus started moving. I begged the driver to let me out and a few moments later I was running down the tunnel again. A27 - that was my stop and when I got there, there was a small group of children in yellow jackets. I got a phone call from my school asking about funds running out.

We were perusing the old arcade cabinets at the back of the shop. We talked about an ad for one that was just recently released. I picked up a controller that must have had at least 40 buttons. Almost each of the face buttons were split into 8 directional inputs.

I felt kind of sleepy as I played 100% Orange Juice. I was eavesdropping on a nearby conversation: apparently to “Scott check” something meant to put it in a schedule.

I was playing a new Zelda game with a friend but we had trouble getting through one of the earlier shrines. He asked if I still wanted to continue. I flipped open a strategy guide and decided that I at least wanted to finish the temples. The guide had cross sections of all of the dungeons and I noticed most of them had interesting points of verticality.

I woke up to someone going down on me. In my half-awake state I apologized and told them that it didn’t actually feel that good. In fact, I could barely feel anything. I sat up to kiss their lips which, to my surprise, I was able to actually sense. Their saliva was slightly salty.

I was reading a book about a subculture in Africa which had developed their own variant of mahjong that used pen and paper instead of tiles. The rules incentivized a very call-heavy playstyle. There were strategy books on how to perfect the art of calling for honitsu.