Ah look, another drawing of Bad Choices Lexington and her beloved cousin Vulpes Inculta Arthur Young. Some context for this snippet of their unfortunate history in the It’s Always Sunny In The Mojave AU–this is in 2286 when she finds him again after the Legion falls in 2283. @turianosauruswrex‘s courier Jules McAllister bumps into a White Glove one day in the Ultra Luxe and is insulted in a chillingly familiar voice, and then tips off Lex about how she suspects her cousin somehow isn’t dead.
Lex oh-so-lovingly reunites with her long-lost cousin and makes one of her trademark Bad Choices™ in deciding to rekindle their family ties since the Legion no longer stands between them, but THIS time she lets him know there will be NO unwanted shenanigans involving violent betrayals.
If he looks pitiable (he isn’t, he just LOOKS it), it’s because his hobbies now include day drinking (and night drinking and morning drinking), cheating at poker, and ironic murder for fun–ANYTHING to try and cut through the interminable monotony of his life without the Legion. For lack of absolutely nothing better, and only that reason, he accepts his cousin’s offer to become family again.
Can we romanticize video games the way we do books?
Like you hear all these things about how you can curl up with a book on a rainy day and drink tea and smother yourself in blankets but anytime you hear things about video games it’s always about how you’re wasting your life away yelling into a headset as you play Call of Duty in a basement?
Imagine bundling yourself up on the couch, the sound of rain hitting the roof, and putting on Fable for a few hours. Or getting home after a long day of work. You make yourself a cup of cocoa, put on fuzzy pjs, and play Viva Piñata for hours not giving a second thought to the outside world. Semester just got out? Throw on some Fallout and just take a night to breathe and enjoy.
You aren’t wasting your life away, you’re enjoying it. Games can be just as much an escape as books, except you get to be part of the story.
God, I really wish I played Fallout New Vegas around the time it was released. I can only imagine the joy of convincing your friends who were also disappointed with Fallout 3 to buy New Vegas just by spoiling the kind of bullshit that happens in the game completely out of context
Me: “So the angry mailman finally arrives at Las Vegas, which is just like the real one. That Woody Robot stalker I told you about tells him to visit Walt Disney and his robot girlfriend, but my mailman is PISSED and goes straight to Chandler Bing’s casino for an express delivery of whoop-ass. I end up having a drink with Chandler and he tells me about how he became the leader of his tribe of dudes in suits and his plan of conquering the shitty desert with Disney’s animatronics.”
Friend: “…huh. Wasn’t Elvis the boss of Las Vegas though?”
Me: “No, Elvis and his cute cyborg dog rule Las Vegas’ ghetto, although the murderous laser merchants and that brothel with the ghoul cowboy prostitute and robot fister are pretty influential too. These factions are very complex”