You know, I can’t even begin to guess the number of
posts that have been inspired by conversations with my brother. I swear, he’s like a goldmine of writing
material -- which is partly to be expected when he’s the perpetual Ken to my
Ryu, the Sol to my Ky, the Jin to my Ragna.
So yeah, throw this one onto the pile next and hope it doesn’t topple
onto you.
I was playing The
Last Guardian one day, and getting pretty into it. Meanwhile, he was online and looking at stuff
-- Injustice 2 footage chief among them,
so he could be the Batman to my Superman -- but I didn’t pay much attention to
him. At one point, though, he made a
bold declaration; it was the sort of thing that made me take pause and divert
my attention (but not my eyes) from my adventure with Trico. What did he say, you ask? Three simple words.
“I hate cosplay.”