 tonight I saw an ad for WCW/nWo: Revenge on Tumblr and got hit with a nostalgia bomb. A couple minutes later, a second one dropped when I started thinking about its predecessor.

The reason I knew I wanted Revenge was because of WCW vs. the World.

June, 1998. I was 15. My dad died on the last day of school. I had that numb feeling that comes from being swept up into something surreal that you have no control over. His funeral was something you’d expect from Royal Tenenbaums — his girlfriend (my parents divorced when I was 5) had a wailing breakdown in the funeral home while dad’s high school/college fuckup friend (who had borrowed one of my dad’s suits to wear to his mother’s funeral and still had it to wear to dad’s 20 years later) was trying to hit on her. The obituary that the funeral home had printed up as a souvenir (perfect size to use as a bookmark) mistakenly listed him as having three kids instead of two, making me wonder who the hell Sam Sims was. Everyone was doing their best to comfort my sister, and with good reason as she was sobbing and pregnant, but because she lived in Ohio and I was down from South Carolina after a 10-hour car ride where we heard a jingle for Father’s Day every time we turned on the radio, nobody know who I was, so nobody came over to talk.

At one point, I mistook a distant relative for my grandmother. I thought she was looking pretty rough compared to the last time I saw her, but I was into the hug before I caught my mother’s eye and realized the mistake. Later, my actual grandmother would shriek from her hospital bed that I’d be the next one to die. No joke.

So after the funeral, we went back to the house that my sister and her husband had shared with my dad, and I didn’t want to be around anyone, so I ended up going into their bedroom, where David had his PlayStation set up. And there was WCW vs. the World. So I popped it in and started playing, figuring out the controls and pitting Ultimo Dragon against the characters that had had their names changed for the American release due to copyright issues.

About an hour later, my brother-in-law opened the door and asked if I wanted anything
tonight I saw an ad for WCW / nWo: Revenge on Tumblr and got hit with a nostalgia bomb. A couple moment subsequently, a second one dropped when I started thinking about its harbinger. 

 The reason I knew I wanted Revenge was because of WCW vs. the World. 

 June, 1998. I was 15. My dad die on the last day of school. I have that numb feeling that come from being swept up into something dreamlike that you have no restraint over. His funeral was something you ’d expect from Royal Tenenbaums — his girlfriend (my parents divorced when I was 5) had a wailing dislocation in the funeral home while dad ’s high school / college fuckup friend (who had adopt one of my dad ’s suits to wear to his mother ’s funeral and however had it to break to dad ’s 20 years later) was trying to hit on her. The obituary that the funeral home had print up as a souvenir (perfect size to use as a bookmark) mistakenly listed him as having three kids instead of two, making me wonder who the hell Sam Sims was. Everyone was doing their best to comfort my sister, and with good reason as she was sobbing and pregnant, but because she lived in Ohio and I was down from South Carolina after a 10 - hour cable car drive where we heard a jingle for Father ’s Day every meter we turned on the radio, nobody know who I was, therefore nobody came over to talk. 

 At one point, I mistook a aloof relative for my grandmother. I thought she was looking pretty rough compared to the last time I saw her, but I was into the hug before I caught my mother ’s eye and realized the error. Later, my actual grandma would shriek from her hospital bed that I ’d be the next one to die. No joke. 

 So after the funeral, we went back to the family that my sister and her husband had shared with my dad, and I did n’t want to be around anyone, therefore I ended up going into their bedroom, where David had his PlayStation set up. And there be WCW vs. the World. So I pop it in and started act, figuring out the control and pitting Ultimo Dragon against the character that had had their name changed for the American release due to copyright offspring. 

 About an hour later, my brother - in - law opened the door and asked if I wanted anything
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 tonight_I saw_an ad for WCW/nWo:_Revenge on_Tumblr_and got_hit_with a nostalgia_bomb. A couple_minutes later, a second_one dropped when_I_started thinking about its predecessor.

The reason I knew I wanted Revenge was because of_WCW_vs. the_World.

June,_1998._I was 15. My dad_died on the last day_of school._I had that numb feeling that comes from_being_swept up into_something surreal that you have no control over. His_funeral was something you’d expect from_Royal Tenenbaums —_his_girlfriend_(my parents divorced when_I was 5) had a wailing_breakdown in the funeral home while_dad’s high school/college fuckup friend (who had_borrowed one of my dad’s suits_to wear to his mother’s_funeral and_still had it to wear_to dad’s 20_years later)_was trying to_hit on her. The obituary that_the funeral home_had printed up as a souvenir_(perfect_size to use_as_a_bookmark) mistakenly_listed him as_having_three kids_instead_of two, making me wonder who_the_hell Sam Sims was. Everyone was doing_their best to comfort_my_sister, and with good_reason as she was sobbing_and pregnant, but because she lived_in Ohio_and I_was down from South Carolina after a 10-hour car ride where_we heard a jingle for Father’s_Day every time we_turned on_the_radio, nobody know_who_I was,_so nobody came over to talk.

At one_point, I_mistook a distant relative for my_grandmother. I thought she_was_looking pretty rough compared to the_last time I saw her, but_I was into the hug_before_I_caught my mother’s eye and_realized the mistake. Later, my actual_grandmother would shriek_from her hospital bed that I’d be_the_next one to die. No joke.

So_after_the funeral, we went back to_the_house_that my sister and her_husband had shared with my dad,_and I didn’t want to be around anyone, so_I ended up_going into their bedroom, where_David_had_his PlayStation set up. And there was WCW vs. the_World. So_I popped it_in and started playing, figuring out the controls and pitting_Ultimo Dragon against the characters that had_had their names changed for the American release due to copyright_issues.

About an hour later, my brother-in-law opened the_door and asked if I wanted anything