Rps With My Childhood Friend
"Best two out of three?" he asked, holding his fist out. It was bigger now, calloused from the construction work he’d taken up, but the familiar silver ring on his thumb was the same.
"Ready?" he asked. His voice dropped an octave. He was taking this seriously.
He never thanked me. He didn’t have to. The game recorded the mercy.
Even as adults, the utility of RPS remains unmatched. It is the fairest way to settle the "un-settleable":




