En hjertevarmende, trist og sterk anekdote fra spillverden ble delt på Motoramic for noen dager siden (tidligere på Reddit), og vi er bare nødt til å dele den videre. Det handler om en gutt som fortsatt spiller den gamle Xbox-klassikeren Rallisport Challenge for å minnes sin far som døde for ti år siden. Slik så posten ut:
00WARTHERAPY00:
Well, when i was 4, my dad bought a trusty Xbox. you know, the first, ruggedy, blocky one from 2001. we had tons and tons and tons of fun playing all kinds of games together - until he died, when i was just 6.
I couldnt touch that console for 10 years. But once i did, i noticed something. We used to play a racing game, Rallysport Challenge. actually pretty awesome for the time it came. And once i started meddling around... i found a ghost.
Literaly.
You know, when a time race happens, that the fastest lap so far gets recorded as a ghost driver? yep, you guessed it - his ghost still rolls around the track today. And so i played and played, and played, untill i was almost able to beat the ghost. until one day i got ahead of it, i surpassed it, and... I stopped right in front of the finish line, just to ensure i wouldnt delete it.
Bliss.