In the old days, we had to walk to the pizza joint uphill both ways because we didn’t have money for the bus and our beater was unresponsive (yet again) and we had to pay for the pizza with change because that’s all our on-campus jobs paid. Loose change.
And no way could we use the monthly allowance from our parents for pizza because that was already spent on the EQ subscription and other stuff that we bought just for show like books and essentials like weed, which, in hindsight, was probably just oregano because it didn’t really do anything when we toked, although my breath was surprisingly fresh.
And fergitabout delivery because that was for rich people, like the grad assistants, and the delivery dude would just briefcase it anyhow and the only thing worse than a briefcase job was some noob guild asshat that would aggro the portal area and bring that shit to the wall when we’re trying to do the naked CR from the first two breakin attempts.
Then we had to run back from the pizza joint because we told the guild “afk fas” which indicates that it won’t be a 30-minute afk and maybe our final piece of Planar armor would drop and that would suck hardc0re if we weren’t there to /random for that shit, and for sure! our pretend online GFs and/or BFs (not that there’s anything wrong with that) would leave us for a fully-planar dude that was starting his own Planes-capable guild. Asshole.
And we liked it!
