[Gordon had eventually followed her into the tech dungeon himself, carrying a box of cleaning supplies. There was dust caking everything down there, and enough spiders to form their own tiny little conquering nation.]
[These were not the reason for his exclamation, however.]
Is that an old BeefyComputer 1500?
[He picks up a grimy gray box, the light of recognition and nostalgia in his eyes.]
Oho my god, it is! I haven't seen one of these in decades! When I was a kid, these were the shit. I'd blow up demons on it for days on end. Hm, I wonder if it still works...
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[Gordon had eventually followed her into the tech dungeon himself, carrying a box of cleaning supplies. There was dust caking everything down there, and enough spiders to form their own tiny little conquering nation.]
[These were not the reason for his exclamation, however.]
Is that an old BeefyComputer 1500?
[He picks up a grimy gray box, the light of recognition and nostalgia in his eyes.]
Oho my god, it is! I haven't seen one of these in decades! When I was a kid, these were the shit. I'd blow up demons on it for days on end. Hm, I wonder if it still works...