Today is the Rapture, according on one Harold Camping, a minister who sounds like Vincent Price and looks like a pickle in a deep fryer. All the Christians will be spirited to heaven, while the rest of us will be left to suffer the tribulations of the coming apocalypse. Babylon Surf City, let’s go!
But let’s say today’s your last day to game. Maybe you’re going to get sluiced up into heaven when God sticks his spirit straw into the atmosphere and slurps up the dregs of his believer smoothie. Or maybe you’re going to die tomorrow in the first of many torments to be visited on the earth. Either way you’ve got 12, maybe 18 hours to game. What’s your poison?
Revisit an old favourite? That’s my jam. I’d try to find those guys running an old Tribes server and get in a few games of CTF. Then maybe sneak in an hour of Yoshi’s Island somewhere. We were talking about it last night and Owen said he’d rather spend his time playing a game he’d never gotten around to before. I would be afraid I’d hate something new.
An MMO would be lovely. Lots of chatting, emotes as the lava frogs rain from the sky. (IRL, I mean. That’s not a spell.) Or maybe Team Fortress 2. Think of the hats! Everyone would be sharing hats.
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