Quick Trip into the Past
So, I was chatting with a co-worker (we'll call him Damien to protect his identity) around 12:40 this morning, and he started gushing about Fluxx, which I had recommended to him a few weeks prior. In this middle of this, he asked "Have you ever played Chrononauts?"
I replied " Oh, yes." Followed by "I still have a copy of the beta edition somewhere." And then "My name's in the credits."
Damien kinda lost his shit at this point. He started having a spazzy (through ultimately controlled) celebrity-adjacency freakout. I couldn't figure out the big deal, but I was stuck in reminiscence mode, and throwing random tidbits out as they occurred to me. So my mouth was saying: "I kept a game of it going for most of the whole first weekend the public could play it," "I ran tournaments for the Looneys at Origins for several years," "I was kind of an expert on rules questions," "Andy consulted me about an edit to the Cuban Missile Crisis; it used to say and where it now says or," and "Oh, I have a square-cut deck made from sheets they liberated from the printers'. I got it a week before the release date." Meanwhile, my brain was saying "Damien, please take your jaw off the floor before the floor crew sweeps it up," "What the fuck?" and "I must never ever let Damien know about Fluxx-x."
When one o'clock rolled around, it was time for a lunch break. As I walk by the front of the store, some friend of Damien's (we'll call him Adolph because I never got a name) walked in, and Damien immediately said to him (over my shoulder) "This is the Chrononauts guy." Adolph said, brightly, "Thank you for being awesome!" I said "...Thanks?" to him, then "Damien, you've only known this for twenty minutes; how did..." Damien got a guilty look on his face and says "I tweeted." I went upstairs to eat lunch and spent the rest of the night changing my mind between being flattered and weirded out.
I replied " Oh, yes." Followed by "I still have a copy of the beta edition somewhere." And then "My name's in the credits."
Damien kinda lost his shit at this point. He started having a spazzy (through ultimately controlled) celebrity-adjacency freakout. I couldn't figure out the big deal, but I was stuck in reminiscence mode, and throwing random tidbits out as they occurred to me. So my mouth was saying: "I kept a game of it going for most of the whole first weekend the public could play it," "I ran tournaments for the Looneys at Origins for several years," "I was kind of an expert on rules questions," "Andy consulted me about an edit to the Cuban Missile Crisis; it used to say and where it now says or," and "Oh, I have a square-cut deck made from sheets they liberated from the printers'. I got it a week before the release date." Meanwhile, my brain was saying "Damien, please take your jaw off the floor before the floor crew sweeps it up," "What the fuck?" and "I must never ever let Damien know about Fluxx-x."
When one o'clock rolled around, it was time for a lunch break. As I walk by the front of the store, some friend of Damien's (we'll call him Adolph because I never got a name) walked in, and Damien immediately said to him (over my shoulder) "This is the Chrononauts guy." Adolph said, brightly, "Thank you for being awesome!" I said "...Thanks?" to him, then "Damien, you've only known this for twenty minutes; how did..." Damien got a guilty look on his face and says "I tweeted." I went upstairs to eat lunch and spent the rest of the night changing my mind between being flattered and weirded out.