Huh, Michigan in August isn’t supposed to be this pleasant. It’s supposed to be brutally hot and so muggy that when you take off your shirt you peel off a few dermal layers along with it. But it kind of feels like I didn’t even leave San Francisco, aside from the fact that I’m surrounded by verdant countryside. Well, and the fact that a house like my parents’ new place would cost a few million bucks in San Francisco. It’s not big; in fact, it’s a lot smaller than their last place. But it has history.
My parents have this strange habit of buying homes in need of significant overhauls, tweaking them until they’re magnificent, and then promptly moving away before they really have time to enjoy the fruits of their labor. They bought a place about a decade ago whose previous owner was an old shut-in who chain-smoked and let her awful little dog relieve itself in the corner, so the ductwork had cancer (seriously, there were permanent yellow tobacco stains by all the vents) and the floor had to be completely replaced down to the foundation since it was soaked with puppy pee. They turned it into a really gorgeous home with hardwood floors and a bright, modern interior. Then they moved up to a ranch-style farmhome in central Michigan with an unfinished basement; there they completed the basement, doubling the usable space in the house, before adding a huge garage with a massive family room above it. Within a year they’d moved! Now they have what was until earlier this year an abandoned farmhouse vandalized by local teens (maybe squatters) and whose leaky basement was populated by massive spiders and even bigger mushrooms. Already it’s looking homey, with the basement almost fully dried out and a new enclosed porch nearly constructed. Which means they’re probably already thinking about the next place they can rebuild. I figure at the rate they’re going, it’ll be a burned-out crack house shell in the Tenderloin. But hey, it’ll be nice to have them local.
Oh, right, you’re here to read about videogames. Hey kids! Do you like being dead and hanging out with other dead people? Well boy have I got a game for you. Valkyrie Profile is about precisely that. It’s all for a good cause, though. You’re saving humanity from the frost giants or a serpent that eats its own tail or some such. I don’t know. Just remember that I love you all.