N64 at the time appeared to be largely irrelevant within mainstream culture, in Europe at least. Not many people would have even knew of that game’s existence outside of magazine readers.

£70-£80 for new games (Irish punts by the way) which converts to €100 and that’s without adjusting for inflation. Jesus, the N64 really had no chance in Europe. Shame though.

Must give that game a go now though. Thankfully in hindsight we can all revisit some overlooked stuff.

Don’t even bother making a new game unless it supports ray-traced light speculating through the anal-fog discharged from the main character’s arse. Every single pebble too within a 50 mile radius must be able to reflect the dripping, wolf-ey arse sweat drops too at all times using some buzzword engine tech or no one will buy the game

Yea that’s the problem isn’t it. I had a great idea involving bullshit-efying my comments by editing them slowly with a LLM via long running script and repeatedly over months.

I realised that they probably don’t delete the original text on edit anyway which, as you say is probably buried in a backup someplace.

Can’t quantify the feeling of having kids until you have one, but it’s very easy to articulate the perceived drawbacks of said unknown. They bring a life buff like nothing else, speaking a someone who regularly chases altered states of consciousness.

They provide a large opportunity for some enormous maturation, removal of bitterness/edgelord-iness and to not be so self-centred.

Your description of kids sounds like me beforehand. Have 2 happy accidents now.

Lie-ins are still possible if you are actually in a decent relationship by the way. To anybody reading, don’t have kids if you are in a bad one. No kid deserves to grow up around that.