The prospect of outliving the spouse only to firsthand witness ones semi crippled body getting off to a head start with the decomposing did not use to entice me much. Even less so in some overcharging, under-caring storage facility where the only joy would come from those guilty-pleasure, bimonthly visits from the child who drew the short stick.
Enter X-wing.
It was a profound realization that one day, some 50 years down the road, I will finally have the time to really, really play this game. Also looking forward to conjugal visits from androids, bridge and Halo 17. We really are a lucky generation.
Arn't you, as well, picturing yourself enjoying some undisturbed back to back tournaments at your future and rather weird retirement home? Have you started to old-age-proof your collection?