the year is 21XX. gamers have been outlawed. I’m due to meet an informant today at the corner of Sarkisian drive and 21st. I spot him immediately by his well maintained fedora. he flashes open his army jacket, offering a brief glimpse at our underground resistance’s signal. the 8 bit plumber on his t shirt. none know his name now save for the elite. the days, we call him…. mr. gay….