When I was young my parents would not let me get DDR: Konamix. They wouldn’t even let me buy it to play with a controller. Nevermind that I’m at the arcade with all of my arcade friends multiple times a week.

I was at my local tiny game store hanging out as I usually did all the time, and the guy working there (I was maybe 12, he was like 24) EXCITEDLY asked “HEY I got my preorder of Konamix, do you wanna play?!” And I was SOOOOO ELATED to try. I told him about my parents and not letting me get the game, and he was like “yo that’s horrible, I am so sorry!”

I played there for about an hour, until he got off work. As I was getting on my bike, I hear

“RAI!”

“Yes?”

“This is yours.”

Like a movie with a sports guy handing over his jersey to an eager fan, he hands me his brand new copy of Konamix. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. I told him he can’t do that, it’s his preorder, and he said “it’s okay, I can get another one; you can’t.”

My parents were PISSED (and they knew I didn’t buy it, I couldn’t afford 40USD at that time)… but they ended up buying me a shitty Madkatz pad so I could play at home. I probably put it 400 hours.

Thank you, video game store dude. I hope you’re doing amazing now.

Exactly. All my friends constantly fought with their parents about games. I’d ask well did you do your chores? “No! Why should I?”. Okay bud.

Pretty simple, do your shit and they leave you alone? Unless you have psychopaths as parents which could be the case.

Fine ill go do drugs I guess