In case of emergency, break glass.
For a gamer, Christmas does not change from youth to adulthood. Each wrapped package holds a potential game — like Schroedinger’s cat, it both is and is not until opened.
This season, one of the gifts in my home was a glass ornament containing a single feather. “How pretty!” the masses exclaimed as they saw it on the tree, but in the deep recesses of my heart I knew better. This would not be relegated to the attic when the tree came down. This gift was to be co-opted.
A single feather protected in glass? This could only be Phoenix Down, the ubiquitous Final Fantasy item which revives the dead. A quick stop at Michael’s and a bit of time at the workbench and we’ve got ourselves some new decoration.