Deus Ex: Mankind Divided is a game about subsequence.
I haven't played it yet. I'll get to it, I imagine. Until I do, how about another dumb story about my misspent youth? No? Cool, let's get started!
A long-ish time ago I was little turd in the jungle and boy did I love to write my made up name on walls. I learned it from my skateboarding friends.
We all congregated at a place called the Bank of the West a ways up a stretch of Pacific avenue road called the miracle mile. The parking lot had tons of manual pads and smooth waist high ledges to skate. Also there was almost literally nothing else to do in that town. This was way before youth outreach.
They all went to Stagg High School (It was that one school in every town with the "that" reputation) and smoked cigarettes and had tumultuous relationships with their parents. My parents were cool, just busy all the time and got on my nerves (because I was a teenager) and my brother was up to whatever gangster shit he was up to so I was desperate for negative influences that appealed to my demographic, things were simply going too well for me.
Anyway, I... Shit I gotta go to work, I'll try and finish the story later. Yes information I'm still alive thanks for asking. Sometimes I just run out of things to say, or motivation, or both. Also insert inside reference and some yadda yadda and some music. Oh and some Jobs.
The Protoculture Mixtape : Issue : People : Banded
