I like to play games on Mo's old Play Station 2 so I'm pretty old school.
When I get very involved with a game I can be a bit anti-social
in that I want to just get past this next bit before I do anything else.
Of course, "this next bit" can take me a half hour to get through so........
Honestly though, I'm not real social anyway.
I allege that I saved a girl's life with a video game, to wit: Space Invaders
, in the 1980s.
I had gotten an Atari game n I played that on it.
Its basically a shooting gallery, wherein u blast incoming illegal aliens.
With practice, I got fairly good at it.
A girl of my acquaintance lost her job as an executive secretary.
In consequence, she had to sell her condo.
She was running out of money, near destitution. I took her in.
She arrived in terrible emotional condition; much weeping.
I feared coming home from court some day and finding a dead female
corpse on the floor. I enacted a landlord 's rule against female suicide,
but I knew that she was very headstrong n might violate it.
I knew from experience that your mind can fall into
the Space Invaders game
for several hours at a time; ergo, I tawt her how to play it.
That worked! Q.E.D.: no dead female corpses on the floor.