"Your mom's skeeted-out puss hole. Awful, ain't it?"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5414294&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310744#46856970)

He remembers his own father a generation before. A distant G-man in a professorial tweed coat, glasses, and a crew cut huddled around other identical men. "Marty, shut off that goddamn negro music." He lifts the needle off the Nat King Cole record. These men have gathered here for a purpose. They are building the world. A former sailor on a patrol boat off the coast of Nagasaki who had collected radioactive garbage had been too young for D-Day. His brother came home covered in invisible wounds, never the same.

They were city planners from the atomic age. Their boss knew Niels Bohr. It was only a matter of time before he was off the clock and could go home and smoke a jazz cigarette with Martha.

Fuck I don't know where this is going. Is it any good?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5414294&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310744#48263744)

“Why, they’ve only just gotten the ninth gen underway,” said Caleb, “And gamepass —”

“That’s different. This N64 business couldn’t be done again, not for a long time. The young Losers think they could do it but they couldn’t. They could fight the first holiday season in '96 again but not this. This took religion and years of plenty of Games and tremendous sureties and the exact relation that existed between the classes and their respective Consoles. The Westerners weren’t any good on this front. You had to have a whole-souled sentimental equipment going back further than you could remember. You had to remember Shogatsu, and postcards of the Emperor and his fiancée, and little cafés in Shirakawa and beer gardens in Sapporo and weddings at the Kamigamo Jinja, and going to the Yūshun, and your grandfather’s hanafuda cards.”

“Yamuachi invented this kind of battle in Kyoto in eighty- five.”

“No, he didn’t — he just invented a system of game licensure. This kind of battle was invented by Ralph Baer and Masayuki Uemura and whoever wrote Kyōkasho, and country Sōryo bowling and daibo in Kanazawa and girls seduced in the back lanes of Osaka and Nara. Why, this was a love battle — there was a century of salaryman love spent here. This was the last love battle.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5414294&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310744#46857331)