
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Look, Novice Nomad #42 spawned when some poor soul spent summer '87 trying to impress their crush by wandering between EVERY arcade in town. Never won once. Like a disc golf Scott Pilgrim minus the skills. Now I'm stuck narrating this totally tubular tragedy that somehow became a mystical artifact. Why do mix tapes = magic? WHO DECIDED THIS?!