The humans are now fully vaccinated against the current plague. This has emboldened them to relax their vigilance just enough for a one-day trip to the Big City to the West, in search of things to eat and see that do not consist of the contents of the cold box and the same four walls they have been staring at for a year and more now.
Masked and socially
inept distanced, their first stop is the game store. We’ve been here before, about two years ago. No doubt there is something new to look at.
Sigyn has found the motherload of cat-themed games.
I have found a cat game too. Relative to my interests but slightly less cute:
Sigyn! Oh, don’t cry, sweetie! It’s just a game. It’s a joke, I’m sure. Maybe…
Here! Come look at these funny creatures? See? They’re nice! Happy! Not exploding at all, not even a little bit!
While Sigyn is trying to figure out how to play the mossy-antlered elk game, I’m going to look at something I’ve spotted on the the other side of the store. Oh, Sigyn. Are you interested too? Let’s go together.
Sigyn thinks a poetry game sounds like fun. I’m more intrigued by games that have weapons included!
The store sells jigsaw puzzles in additions to games. Sigyn, of course, has gravitated to the colorful one sure to give even a god such as myself an instant case of diabetes.
I think this one looks more challenging.
What does it even depict? I think I can see feathers and pine needles and maybe even some bones. There’s something up there that looks like a dead mouse, too, but I’m not about to point that out to Sigyn…
Sweet Sif on a Cracker! Can’t I go anywhere without running into my stoopid “brother’s” stoopid face?!
He looks even dorkier and more ridiculous when he wears that silly winged helmet. That’s even less practical than horns. I can’t even bear to look. I think i will magic every copy of this game into one I saw online.
Whoever designed that artwork deserves a medal.