Dang! You got me beat. The account I still use is from 2004, when Half-Life 2 came out. I remember thinking it was bullshit that I had to sign up for something, and connect to the internet to install a physical game I bought.

Then about five years later, I stayed at my mom’s house for a couple nights, found myself bored, remembered I had my PC in her basement, and set it up. When I discovered that Steam remembered the three games I had, and let me download them (despite losing my HL2 disc years before), my head exploded. It’s wild what it is now and how normalized that is.

Ambian, maybe? I don’t especially like disco, and my name isn’t Doug. But I felt it in my heart at some point that isn’t exactly clear to me.

For the longest time, I could never understand how anyone could put more than like 100 hours into a game. The most I’ve ever gotten is 200ish, but that was from years of drunk Rocket League with friends.

Then, in the same week, I got an adderall prescription and discovered Noita. I’m sitting at around 500 hours since June. That game has my soul.