Serendipity has forsaken them. No luck, no providence, no happy accidents. Chance replaced by the resolute certainty of a travel app. Every cobblestone is triangulated and assigned a pixel, every street photographed and mapped onto Street View. Hotels booked according to the most family-friendly reviews at bookings.com, their itinerary copied from TripAdvisor’s top-10 attractions before ever leaving home.
Isn’t this photo the cutest? I haven’t seen them together before, brother and sister.
Today is when the forums on Glitch will go offline. I am very sad and I wanted to write how I felt on Twitter. But one tweet turned into several, then I realized that I should have written a proper blog post instead.
I will never forget the day that the game ended. I was in America for a school trip. Back in November, when it was announced that the game would end, I quickly went to check my schedule. I was going to be on a plane when it closed. I was shocked that the game would end, but I was devastated I couldn’t be there when it ended.
The morning that the game would close, I woke up early to play as much as I could. I said goodbye to anyone who would read it in Global and in the Greeters chat. Then I went back to my home street to say goodbye to my dearest piggies, chickens, butterflies, and my butler Munchma. I wept, and closed the game window for what I thought was the very last time. Then I packed up and left for the airport.
We were all aboard the plane and ready to leave. Then something fell from above me. It was a cover for the lights over my head. The stewardess looked concerned. Some tried to convince her that it was okay, but after some communications it was decided that it was not okay and they told us to leave the plane. We would leave only after that seemingly unimportant part was repaired. That delay wouldn’t have mattered if we didn’t have two connecting flights to take, but we did. So a guy tried his best to arrange different flights for us, but even the best ones would require us to stay a night in Dulles.
It was frustrating to all, but I was secretly excited because it meant I might be able to play Glitch once more. We eventually took the flight to Dulles and was settled in a Hyatt hotel. After dinner, I took my MacBook Pro down to the lobby because that was where I had to go for wifi. I opened the game and played as much as I could. It actually felt a little odd because I thought I would never be back after that morning. I briefly told the people in Greeters chat about my delay. The game drained my MacBook’s battery quickly and I had to go back to my room to recharge it once. I sought out parties and came upon one in “uutiif”. So that was where I was unimagined. Toward the last five minutes before the end, because there was so many people online, the game was very sluggish. I thought I could make it run better by reloading the game. But what I actually did was shutting myself out of the game. I knew I was taking a gamble to reload under such circumstances. Maybe I could have hung on a little longer and seen the final messages if I didn’t reload. This will always be a regret.
But the important thing is, I got to play till the end. That was the closure I desperately wanted.
The closing of the forums today is hitting me hard too. I used to check it every day because there was sure to be people talking about it if there was something new. People also posted funny and creative things. Even after the game was taken offline, I could still go to the forums and feel like everything is all right. After today, I can’t do that anymore.
The result is that the different biological processes that lead to death occur earlier in the day in the AAs than in the GGs. For example, there is an increase in cardiac death from about 3 or 4am to about noon. This is thought to coinicide with the increase in hormones, like cortisol and adrenaline, that increase heart rate and blood pressure, and may push someone with cardiac problems over the edge, causing cardiac death. Each type of death has a “circadian rhythm,” tending to occur most commonly at a particular time of day, depending upon what types of physiological events tend to trigger it, and when they occur in the individual. Even these events must obey the biological clock ticking in each of us.
Basically when we get old and lie in bed all day, our body follows the natural circadian rhythm.
Source: The Atlantic