There’s a certain kind of friendship that never drifts with time. The sort built on years of fun that included late nights, banter, unreal killstreaks on 3dfx powered computers and the kind of teamwork that only happens when you’ve known someone for years. Life gets busy, careers grow, families expand and suddenly gaming nights become something you used to do.
A few weeks ago, we decided to hit reset.
Right now, the “Millennial People Gaming” Monday session is just the two of us. Me on my Nobara laptop, him on an Xbox, both of us dropping into Fortnite because that felt like the least intimidating way to ease back in. And honestly? It’s been brilliant. Not for the skill that’s definitely rusted but for the feeling. There’s laughter again. There’s the old rhythm starting to come back. There’s the simple joy of having an hour in the week that belongs to nothing except fun.
I’ve set up a Discord server for it now. A wee digital clubhouse. Nothing fancy, just somewhere people can drift in if they fancy rejoining the crew. The hope is we’ll get more of a group together and Monday at 9 becomes a habit rather than an experiment. But even if it stays small, it’s enough. Because sometimes the best things start with two people saying “aye, let’s do it”.
Gaming doesn’t need to be a grand organised event. It can just be a weekly anchor. A reminder that play still matters. A way of reconnecting with the parts of ourselves that got buried under responsibility, meetings, and the sheer pace of life.
So here’s to Monday nights. To respawning in more ways than one. And to the quiet power of picking up something you loved and letting it light up a corner of your week again.
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