Theloopylululog

Daily writing prompt

If you got to live inside a video game world, which one would you choose?

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Back to the world of simulation, are we WordPress? Just when I think I have you all figured out what with us going on an emotional overdrive with your prompts last week, there you go again.

I am not into gaming, pyaare (dear), but I am heavily invested in nostalgia. So I am doing this for the not-so-little Lulu who once dreamed of owning a motorcycle and heading to the mountains on lone, long roads that snaked up to the heavenly mist, and maybe even getting a little cosy lap time with a lonely Yeti.

Wouldn’t that be a life worth trying?

So, answering your question, if I got to live inside a video game world, I would slide smoothly into the world of Road Rash—my first of only three video games I ever indulged in.

The minute I become a resident, I am removing the Rash. I’m pro-Gandhi, bro! So no violent imbecilic races.

My younger self yearned for a motorcycle—a Harley-Davidson and a life on the road. Road Rash, with its seemingly endless vistas of snow-capped mountains and the road mostly to herself, gave her something real life didn’t.

A chance to be on her own, left alone to make a life with the elements as her friends. Wind in her hair, she wanted to ride the road without a care for the conventional needs. Just her, her Harley and the road that forgave everything.

The dream never materialized though. I never owned a motorcycle. Just the book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance—a meditation on how to live life thoughtfully, using motorcycle maintenance as a metaphor. No one else seemed to have read it in my tiny arc. I say arc and not circle since I only had two people whom I could call friends. So there was literally no one around to share my longing.

The dream held on to its dear life all the way from my teens to my 30s and then quietly died a slow, painful death due to neglect and starvation. Today it’s just a beautiful memory. I no longer long for a Harley or the lap of a lonely Yeti.

Just for nostalgia and nothing else, I would go and give the Road Rash life a try—without the Rash, of course. I am neither interested in violence nor races with unknown human beings high on adventure and low on emotional maturity. Not on my mountains, NOPE!