If you’ve read my previous posts in this series, you may be wondering, “How did your day start this time, Chris?”
Crappy. Sabretooth finally caught up with me. I knew he had my scent from the other day at the Sheriff’s office…God help me. He is the biggest cat-man I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had beers with The Puma of Portugal…Of course, that was after my internship for the mildly talented Federico Felinae, who wasn’t big, so much as barrel-chested. Regardless, after a vigorous jaunt through the woods of the MO River Bottoms (A. K. A. running for my life), I settled in a cave apparently used for mining coal. I prepared my brain for the morning stay, eventually assuming Logan finally caught up to ST, wrestling my approaching aggressor to the confines of an extra strong jail cell.
The rest of the day was pretty wonderful, as I was able to, once again, catch up with some beloved family. I was blessed with an order of Mazzio’s Pizza (the ranch is so damn good), and a few rousing games of “UNO Attack!” at night. I got whooped…bad…real bad…but it was fun.
OK…so…you know how I claimed that I couldn’t get into Majora’s Mask? Well, I gave it another shot, and I finally got the appeal. The game is weird, quirky, colorful, and beautiful. I dig it. It sucked me in. I’m very excited to play it on my plane ride home, and watch out for poorly captured screen shots…like so: