Either a veterinarian or an architect. Ended up in tech, but should have architect in my title with my next promotion.
Weirdfish
Ubisoft is the first company that comes to mind when I worry about games going offline.
I've talked about it before, but I have something like $2k sunk into Rocksmith 2014 and associated peripherals. I'm not aware of any other game like it for bass guitar, and the new service model of Rocksmith looks like AI shit.
If / when they take down the servers is going to be a very sad day for me.
With the obscure language I use for work, I do tend to keep each system to a single file, even though includes and modules are supported.
Granted, they are generally between 500 and 5000 lines, and are usually written from scratch.
That being said, there is a 0 percent chance I'm going to be feeding anything I write into Grok.
KCD is unique, personally I love it. In some ways it's kind of the dark souls of first person RPG. The systems are at times a bit clunky, combat is hard, complex, and both you and your character need a lot of training to be profficient.
But that's the fun of the game. Henry is a useless lump at the start, and you mold him in to what you want.
Personally, I love hardcore challenging single player games, and few in recent years match KCD.
I dont have a system to play KCD2 yet, but from everything I've seen, the developer doubled down and kept the majority of the systems in place, just adding scale and polish.
I'm sure the first one is on discount these days, and highly recommend it.
Once took a trip to Alaska to visit a friend. He was so excited to show me real mountain snowboarding, and boy did he have a surprise for me.
One night had a real good dump of snow, and he took me off trail. We'd been keeping it pretty mellow, with me being the more experienced rider, though only had done the midwest.
We rode into this mellow canyon, must have been a river bed or something, like a natural half pipe. Just got into a rhythm carving back and forth, following him, pushing higher and higher slashes on the walls.
Then, on one frontside wall, maybe 20 foot high, I look over my shoulder, and the world fell away. The whole thing dropped down into a steep wall that had to be 100 foot high. Powder up to my waist, almost in free fall, we ran down like bats out of hell.
When we hit the bottom I flopped down, completely covered in snow, and couldn't stop laughing and grinning for a good 5 minutes.
I'd say 1975 was a damned sweet spot for me. Medicine had advanced literally just enough that the life saving surgery I had at birth was a success. I had access to but was forced into the tech and comms revolution. Was right in time for the second wave of skating boarding, and got to be in on the very ground floor of snowboarding.
I honestly can't think of a better time to have been born.
As one of the youngest siblings, I distinctly remeber being not welcome.