"What's that computer game where a ninja looking guy runs around in a mossy maze?"
After years of asking, I finally got the answer. "Are they collecting gold?" my office mate asked in response. "Sure." I can't remember. With no hemming or hawing he responded with Lode Runner. This isn't Oregon Trail buddy. I didn't ask, "What's that computer game we played in school where our electronic family ventured west to manifest destiny, had multiple options of how to get the wagon across a river, killed oxen, and could potentially die of a snakebite or dysentery?" No, that was not my question. My question was a vague attempt at describing what could have very well been an adolescent hallucination induced by those awful Nescape sounds. But he was right.
Still waiting for someone to pick me up and take me home.
