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Before we managed real budgets or real relationships, we practiced on tiny digital people we could destroy on a whim.

Flying toasters, 3D pipes, and the mystery of why we cared.

Four ink cartridges, one plastic barrel, and enough click sounds to get you sent to the hall.

Thirty kids played Hot Cross Buns at the same time, and no family in the audience was ever the same.

Losing a save file was losing weeks of your life.

The 90s weren't simpler. We were just shorter.