Walking home from work last night listening to the Metro 2033 Dump Truck episode I realized I recognized a man at a table ready to eat dinner.
Now living in this town you learn real early to act blase and not give a shit when you see famous people. It's part of the social contract we have with them. That being said, it was all I could do to not intrude on the guy's evening and say thanks for the games and probably have an awkward exchange and maybe scream "CAN'T YOU SEE I'D BE BRILLIANT AT DESIGNING GAMES JUST BASED ON THE THREE SENTENCES I HAVE SAID TO YOU, WHY HAVEN'T YOU ASKED ME TO BE YOUR APPRENTICE, I'M A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH, A GENIUS WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED, SCREW YOU KEN LEVINE YOU ARE THROWING AWAY THE BEST THING THAT YOU HAVE COME ACROSS SINCE THE IDEA OF LEAVING STORY ELEMENTS IN AUDIO FORM SCATTERED AROUND YOUR GAME ENVIRONMENT! WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MY DAD!?!" but probably not actually any of that part.
Regardless I kept my shit together, kept walking, and heading home ruminating on the fact that neither my girlfriend nor any of my friends would appreciate the event at all. So I'm posting it here, because what is twitter?
Ken Levine, if by the smallest chance you ever check your page on GiantBomb, I hope you enjoyed a peaceful meal in this world, but know that in a parallel one you may well have been interrupted by a version of myself who is more of a cad.
There is always a man, a mall, and a Corner Burger.
(I can neither confirm nor deny that Mr. Levine was drinking a Diet Coke with his meal).
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