Cardhouse (a fellow veteran) has forgotten about permanent links but retains his sense of the absurd.
I watch random Twitch channels of Player Unknown: Battlegrounds. There’s something incredibly amusing about watching people play a video game many miles/countries away, doubly so because my first video game was Space Invaders and/or some sort of Pong variant and the difference is astounding. Pretty sure Space Invaders didn’t have a tip jar.
One of my favorite recent “episodes” was watching a South Korean woman racking up strategic kills while dealing with the hiccups in real life. The South Koreans I’ve watched do running commentary at low volume, then drop quick joyous outbursts when they “knock out” (injuring a competitor enough that they end up crawling – no longer able to use weaponry and having to wait for teammates to “revive” them with time-based first aid) or kill someone.
With the British, the conversation is affable to a fault and somehow Nando’s is always mentioned. There is one take-out place in Great Britain. It is Nando’s.
The Americans think they’re radio DJs along w/so many swears.
Your stereotypes may vary. I enjoy the varieties of reactions to common events within the game, and trying to figure out what’s being said when I can’t understand the language. When I’m feeling particularly nutty I’ll keep multiple tabs open w/all the attendant conversations mixed together while I’m doing something else (like writing this) then pop one open if something is popping off….
I’m tempted to buy PUBG and run around without shooting anyone. I could be a medic, helping people heal. It would probably take a few years before I’d actually win a round, but it would be worth it because I wouldn’t have hurt a soul and that’s a double win. I just want to help (turns out it’s been done).
(Unreliable link to foregoing.)