Contemplating the lost. (Open RP)
Ralph sat by the duck pond in his game, hurling pebbles into the crystalline water.
Nothing made sense anymore…
At least during arcade hours he knew what to do, despite the players’ odd comments…
But now? Knowing that the game had been plugged in? Knowing that he had memories that were just gone? Knowing he’d had a son?!
Another pebble disturbed the lake’s reflection, making the blocky stars shimmer wildly.