So you're asking me, what could happen if WorkerDrone came back and started playing video games again, mad crazy?
What would happen if the Button Revengeancing never took place, in an alternate timeline where President Obama never carried out his hateful designs filled with malice upon the innocent buttons, too young before their time to be caressed, and pressed as was their destiny?
In this world, the buttons were pressed, and there were many of them. This world is...
Buckle up your seat belts. When this caboose hits eighty-eight miles per hour, we're going to see some
serious shit.
ETA:
So roughly around the middle of the 9th (that's some other day for you time traveling Australians), an entirely optional but some might say
necessary, if not completely classical projection of the medium will be offered to you on a silver platter. I've optimized the site and software as much as I can, and basically, it'll probably be just as screwed up and finicky as I remember that old livestream website I linked you all to originally was, and we all remember how increasingly and bitterly offending that was. So some choppy bits here and there shouldn't be anything new to you, and I dare say the entire point is to gather and watch me flounder as I get my feet wet again.
To confirm, this is a Let's Play, if that wasn't obvious. I'm going to be gathering screen shots obsessively and compulsively, like a hoarder of information, compiling the best ones to sort out some kind of fantastical bullshit storytelling escapade I've lined out for us, and then illustrating with words (Tycho would call that painting with words, and I'm sure some real artists would get offended) something majorly FUBAR thereafter.
Updates soon.