E demóról

You're experiencing anhedonia so severe you've attained a level of spiritual rigor mortis. You want to be satisfied, but the only thing that would sate you is a game from your youth, released exclusively on a console that never sold, to a marketplace that ignored it. You played it, though, and it was foundational to You. You remember it, but nobody else does; not your fellow forum posters, not the man who lives in your walls, no one. You set out to the city to see if you can find a copy.