A funny thing happened
the other day.
There was a pretty big
snowstorm the other day -- and by “snowstorm” I mean “here’s lots of ice, so
screw you if you want to make a snowman” -- so me, my brother, and my buddy
piled in to play video games. In the midst
of the two of them taking turns playing Resident
Evil 4, my buddy made a proposition: if my brother gave him a ride to the
nearby Wal-Mart to pick up some sour cream (seeing as how said buddy had to
walk to game with us), then he’d offer us some tacos at his place. Said brother wasn’t on board, but when he
heard that he’d be able to snag Resident
Evil 6 on the cheap, he figured it was worth braving the elements. Anything for his beloved “great game, great
experience.”
It turned out that with
all the ice, his car was useless. So if
we wanted to get to Wal-Mart, we’d have to go there on our feet. In the ice.
With night falling. And that’s
exactly what we did, against ALL of our better judgment. It was a journey made in the name of tacos
and terrible video games -- one that I just happened to go on by virtue of
“going with the flow”, but one that I stayed annoyingly optimistic about all
the way through…to the obvious displeasure of a brother who complained all the
way there and back. The trip took about
an hour, and we slipped and tripped a little, but I had fun. It would have been more fun if not for that
miserable cold, but it’s not something I’ll forget for a while.
I get the sneaking
suspicion that a lot of adventures are sparked by stupid decisions -- but once
they’re done and everyone’s in their safe haven, what was once just stupid
becomes something precious. Something
necessary. We need adventure.
Which brings me (as
circuitously as possible) to The Legend
of Zelda: The Wind Waker HD.