My six-year-old asked me how we walk and as I was trying to tell him a literal simple explanation of how our brain tells our muscles to move and lift our leg etc. he lifts his knee and as soon as I see his pose it hits me like HEY there’s a game that is about exactly this. QWOP!
Ah ladies and gentleman, take a trip down memory lane to the absurdity and inanity of trying to get your able-bodied runner down the track in his quest for the 100m. My personal best is… 3.7m and I consider that a feat! Ah this game is the best of the Internet.
Goddamn, we’re getting old aren’t we? 🥲
I’m now older than both my parents were when I was born. The complaining about the lack of grandchildren has already started.
Is not in is it? Society won’t let me stay up and play Xbox until midnight anymore, I’m expected to go to work in the morning.
I, for one, embrace that I am no longer hip nor cool. Feels great.