Sooner or later, we’re all going to die. Well, except for me, because thanks to denial, I’m effectively immortal. But as for the rest of us, that’s an inevitable fact. Where do we go when we shuffle off of this mortal coil? Oblivion? Heaven or hell? Personally, I’m hoping that old gamers who die in battle get to go a realm like this, which I call gaming Valhalla.
Redditor Citizen_Gamer recently got to visit such a haven for analogue jockeys, despite not being, well, dead. Belonging to one of his friends, it’s an entire house built for gaming. And it is magnificent.
There’s TVs, games everywhere, arcade cabinets and practically every single console ever made on display here. And it’s just simply stunning. Now someone go fetch me a toaster while I run a bath. I need to visit this place.
Because he's the writer that Lazygamer deserves, but not the one it actually needs right now. So we'll hunt him. Because he can't take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a loud-mouthed journalist, a watchful procrastinator. A dork knight.