Is it an innocent affection? An irrational obsession? An outright fetish? Or just a handy reference point for the term "disposable income"? You're certainly not generally given to nostalgia. Whatever the reason, you still enjoy playing old video games. Real ones, from back when games were games and movies were movies, and they never seemed to get themselves confused.
It's not as if you need a reason. Taking genuine pleasure in something automatically justifies it (and, you're convinced, also justifies having caught a train to this weird city). You don't have to think twice about the reason for which you attend these conventions. There are, put simply, a lot of games inside.
So what if all your spending money went to the train ticket? Salivating never hurt anyone.
Copyright (C)2007 by Chris Federico. All rights reserved.
Special thanks to Adam Trionfo, Justin Morgan, Roger Firth,
Jim Fisher, Clark Sipsy, Joe Kollar and Rioshin an'Harthen.
Release 1 / Serial number 071205 / Inform v6.31 Library 6/11 S
People walk up and down this ribbon of old brick buildings, alternately holding hands and giving each other the finger. Since you're on vacation, you try to remain patient long enough to take in the sights; but since these are mostly made up of the immense hotel to the south, inside which is the convention, you find this difficult. Alleys open to the southeast and southwest, and a nearby manhole gapes from within caution signs. Amazingly, given their various apparent conditions, the passersby seem to be heeding this advice (enough to avoid actually falling in, anyway).
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