Important update, 1545: my niece won one Grand Prix, I won one; our cold war continues.

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Failed miserably at SEKIRO and returned to my beloved and left-hanging-since-early-December-because-of-HALO YAKUZA series (somewhere in YAKUZA 4, second Saejima chapter) only to arrive at the Saejima/Kiryu throwdown: a trial-by-fire-relearning of controls thus ensued (though deflection training in SEKIRO – a game in which I still have no clue what I'm supposed to do – made the transition back not as terrible as it would have been otherwise). Either way, I have returned, as Saejima, to Kamurocho, and am presently drifting about between random bouts of street violence and fisticuffs.

In other gaming fail news: In-law PlagueMas (raincheck being cashed) this afternoon which will yield the return to the epic MARIO KART war between my niece and myself – a war which, it would seem, will be continuing in a new game – but at least Ed Brubaker has joined Bruce Timm's upcoming animated Batman HBO Max show so it'll be even more awesome than it was going to be, a meagre balm for my banana-strewn and tortoise shell ego-wounds.

Must buy Switch. Must defeat niece. The day awaits.