flesh_and_blood raze while he was busy bowling and imagining a life without an unwanted fledgling that wasn't his own flesh and blood, i was a bounty hunter blowing outlaws away with my sixgun, half-hidden in the cramped arcade around the corner. after the quarters he gave me were gone, i hit the coin return on every console in sight. twenty silver circles rattled into a chute that shouldn't have offered me anything. i spent my ill-gotten gains on a racing game, not knowing this was the closest i would ever come to driving. i harnessed the haptic steering wheel and killed myself as many times as i was able, racing up ramps and veering off-course so i could see my stand-in explode from high enough above the carnage to make_believe i was a dying boy reborn as a bird of prey, watching my own body burn. 251205 what's it to you? who go blather from