No Konami code for cultural dissonance
*Maggie was frustrated. Lately, for a multitude of reasons, she found herself with more and more time on her hands. Usually she was pretty good about filling these gaps. In the past week alone she’d finally improved a little in her cooking and earned the right, endowed to her by Lennox and Ironhide no less, to handle her own rifle after weeks of training.
Her major problem was that she’d started playing Forza Motorsport 3 after sustaining injury during the storm and couldn’t put it down since, even though she was no longer confined to her bed or lounging out on the Shack’s common room couch to rest. Her frustration came from the fact that in-game every car was in her lane, all the freaking time, thanks to the game’s right-sided driving programming. In short, she was used to the left-hand side, and didn’t know how to deal.
It wasn’t her fault, she woud argue, that she lived the life of a public transit commuter once she emigrated to the US. Back home she was a perfectly good driver. And it didn’t help much that the alt-modes of any mechs she’d caught a ride in were set up backwards (not that she’d been given the opportunity to drive anyway, or that she was complaining.)
As she sat cross-legged on the common room’s couch, she frowned at her place in Qualifying on-screen and restarted the race she was stuck on. Her Lotus Evora was like, really cute, and British, and deserved better than this! Plus she still had so much content to unlock. It was going to be a long afternoon.*
(ooc: Shack post for today. Maggie’s receiving an unexpected visitor and they’ll be hanging out in a closed thread for the time being. Shack residents are welcome to play out their own plots in separate threads and bug the humans later if they wish :3)
Her major problem was that she’d started playing Forza Motorsport 3 after sustaining injury during the storm and couldn’t put it down since, even though she was no longer confined to her bed or lounging out on the Shack’s common room couch to rest. Her frustration came from the fact that in-game every car was in her lane, all the freaking time, thanks to the game’s right-sided driving programming. In short, she was used to the left-hand side, and didn’t know how to deal.
It wasn’t her fault, she woud argue, that she lived the life of a public transit commuter once she emigrated to the US. Back home she was a perfectly good driver. And it didn’t help much that the alt-modes of any mechs she’d caught a ride in were set up backwards (not that she’d been given the opportunity to drive anyway, or that she was complaining.)
As she sat cross-legged on the common room’s couch, she frowned at her place in Qualifying on-screen and restarted the race she was stuck on. Her Lotus Evora was like, really cute, and British, and deserved better than this! Plus she still had so much content to unlock. It was going to be a long afternoon.*
(ooc: Shack post for today. Maggie’s receiving an unexpected visitor and they’ll be hanging out in a closed thread for the time being. Shack residents are welcome to play out their own plots in separate threads and bug the humans later if they wish :3)