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I don't really have any questions to ask but I'm thinking you'd appreciate this interaction I had with my friend playing the game.
Me: Okay I have a piano, what do you have?
Friend: Oh no, oh no... I don't do music! I'm not good with this, I don't even know how to read music!
Me: It's okay, it's not real music. It's just the theme of the clueset... probably.
Friend: No it's real music! They have notes and everything.
Me: Describe what you see.
Friend: There's music sheets! I don't know what any of this means.
Me: Describe the sheets to me.
Friend: There's these symbols on them and arrows pointing to different notes.
Me: Wait arrows...? Music sheets don't have arrows, that's probably a clue.
Friend: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?! I TOLD YOU I'M NOT GOOD WITH MUSIC!
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I'm still working my way through it, I'm having a good time. I've played all the other games too so I was quite looking forward to it. I keep trying to find ways to break the game though, weird instinct for a first play through. I haven't been able to find a single hole in the invisible walls or messed up collision on any of the objects. I guess to keep in theme, here's a question. Are there any easter eggs that you think have so far been missed by the playerbase?
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I have questions, but they're more about providing greater context for childhood experiences. When my Mother's house burned down one of the Firefighters said 'We'll keep our eyes out for valuables and try to preserve anything we can.'
And the first thing they yeeted out was an Xbox 360. We still have that thing, it still works, but on the shelf above it and arguably more visible were photo albums which I would argue was kind of obviously more sentimental? There were only a couple more items that made it out during the fire but I don't blame them for focusing on the more pressing matter at hand. The fire ended up being put out before it ravaged that specific room too much anyways but I loved the comedic timing while everything else burned.
'Don't worry we'll try to preserve your most valuable possessions!' *Xbox unceremoniously flung.*
The next one is my Grandma was a bit of an alcoholic when I was a kid and I always looked forward to when she would get so drunk that I could call 911 to get her taken away. I started getting the timing just right because on several occasions she was fairly drunk, but not enough to get taken away. So then I'd have to wait a couple hours then try again. I fondly remember when she was taken away for the night because I was able to just finally relax and do homework in peace.
In three different towns it got to the point where if I called 911 sometimes a dispatcher would simply ask, 'Gloria again?' I'd say, 'Yes.' and they'd say 'On the way.' and that was the entire dialogue. In retrospect I feel kind of weird realizing that I was a literal child and it never warranted a CPS visit. Were they supposed to get involved at any point?
One time I remember hearing two EMT's argue between each other, 'Well we don't really have any reason to take her with us.' and the other one said, 'I know this woman. If we don't do it now we'll be back in another hour. And we have more important shit to do.' So they did.
Is that situation fairly common? Do you normally get regulars like that, I assume in a city that I couldn't have been the only kid dealing with that, but I am curious about your perspective. If you can offer stories or anecdotes to similar situations I'd LOVE to read about it. Get your perspective on situations like that.
Also what happened to her when she was taken away? Normally she'd be back by 7AM or so pounding on the door screaming about how mad she was at me. But sometimes she'd be back within an hour (Which REALLY sucked.) But the few times I asked her 'Where did you go?' she'd just cuss me out or invent some story about being in prison with all the criminals and 'How dare you tell the entire town I'm nothing but a drunk!' So I never really learned what the other side of that looks like.
Thanks a lot for answering these questions. Growing up in an abusive household without any friends I have nothing but fond memories of the EMT's that came by. They regularly would pull me into another room, ask about my day, school, friends, games I enjoyed. And as a kid I loved having someone who would talk to me and listen. Show interest. Even back then I knew that they were just distracting me but it didn't matter because someone was talking to me nicely.
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