In 2009, I played 97 gigs, my personal record. I blamed that for his bizarre behavior in Las Vegas. He had lost his IT job and, I learned, was about to lose his house. I kept reassuring myself: He would never hurt me.īy the end of October, he had moved to California looking for a fresh start. I finally left the room to get dinner on my own and calm down. He never pointed it at me, but I was scared. Then he grabbed his gun-he always carried it on him-and started pacing the room again, berating me. “How could you be so selfish?” he screamed. When I asked if he wanted to get something to eat, he flipped out. I kept reassuring myself: He would never hurt me.īack in our hotel room, he continued to rant.
He said that he liked to debate and I shouldn’t engage in political discourse with him if I couldn’t “handle it.” We went out for dinner, but I left in tears before the food was even served because he’d started arguing with me. He got a penthouse room and made dinner plans, but then we saw on the news that a tsunami had hit Pago Pago. I didn’t think about the gun during those early months-not until we went to Las Vegas for a tattoo convention slated to happen in early October. I told him that story, but he reassured me that he had been extensively trained, and that his gun was for our protection. ”This will keep us safer,” he promised. My uncle killed himself with a gun when I was 9, so I’ve always been scared of them. It was on that trip, barreling down the highway in his diesel pickup, when he told me he had a concealed carry license. We stayed in touch, and “officially” started dating in July when he invited me to Utah. He had worked in IT, but when we met, he was looking for new opportunities. He told me a bit about his life: half-Samoan, he was born in Pago Pago, the capital of American Samoa, but was raised a Mormon in California and Hawaii before going to Brigham Young University. He lived in Utah and was just visiting, so I spent the next few days taking him to a local oyster festival and my favorite beaches. I was also attracted to his intelligence-we talked in a deep, philosophical way that first night. A mutual friend introduced us, and Kenny told me that he loved my voice. I am a blues singer-he’d seen me at one of the many gigs I played that year in California, where I was living at the time. If you see one of your crewmates suddenly slither into a vent, or bite off an ally’s head, you hit this button so you can vote the alien out to its death.I met Kenny in June of 2009. You can only do this once in a game, and its intended purpose is to confront an alien among your crew. The second way to force a meeting is to hit the big red Emergency Meeting button. Everyone gets together to talk about the dead body. One is if someone finds the body of a dead crewmate and reports it. There are two opportunities to confront a crewmate you suspect of being a traitor. The crew needs to figure out who the impostors are, or die in space. One to three players, however, are impostors looking to sabotage the team’s efforts, ideally killing everyone in the process. In it, you are part of a crew, working together to complete tasks across a station. One of the biggest ways the game is showing up on social media is through the “Emergency Meeting” meme, a joke that expertly captures the mood of 2020.Īmong Us, for those who haven’t played, is what would happen if you put Fall Guys in a blender with John Carpenter’s The Thing. Two-year-old subterfuge game Among Us has taken off in 2020, thanks to popular streamers and YouTubers who are currently playing the game.
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