What a sweet kid. So sad about his dad. It’s really nice that this is happening for him.
What a sweet kid. So sad about his dad. It’s really nice that this is happening for him.
Alter Ego, a 1986 life-simulator in which you start as a baby and play through an entire life, choose-your-own-adventure style.
Problem with the candy coating is you can’t enjoy it, unless you want to suddenly learn what pure poison tastes like. It’s such a tease. Doesn’t help that they look like scrumptious little caramel-y morsels.
I’d take issue with the “only,” but setting that aside: musical instruments. Guitars, for example. You can find perfectly serviceable guitars for cheap and they’ll be playable with a decent setup, and you can obviously find deals. But in general, if you try your $100-$200 Fender acoustic guitar or mandolin and then go to a guitar shop and try out a high-end Martin, for example, there’s a world of difference.
It’s a long-con. When the kid isn’t cute anymore and stops getting the extra nugget, it adds extra punch to the painful reality of the cold, uncaring universe.
Why are you called sociablefish?
Did someone already do, “He had blue hair?”