Ever walk into the fairgrounds after a carnival has happened, and you see all the torn up ground where the rides once sat, and the bare-earth scraped trail of where people had walked, drawn like fireflies to neon lights? For as far as the eye can see pieces of paper, sno-cone cups and soda straws scatter the ground and garbage cans overfill with remnants of once much needed refreshments. There always remains some sort of flyer describing an event long since past and most likely barely even remembered. But the eeriest thing is the feeling of being too late; a strange sensation of loneliness that haunts the depths of your souls inner clock. In your mind you can see that carnival, hear that carnival, still smell it in the air -but its gone. Long gone. That is how I feel about the gaming scene.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 20:04:52 +0000
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