Why The Last of Us is So Important to Me (Spoilers ahead)
I was hyped when I first found out about The Last of Us getting a TV show and it was going to be on HBO. Home of some of my favorite series: Euphoria, True Blood, The Leftovers, Insecure, and Big Little Lies; the list goes on. In addition to that, Neil Druckmann, who led the development of The Last of Us is also directing it. He also happens to be co-president of the game developer, Naughty Dog, known for Jak and Daxter and Uncharted (yes, THAT Tom Holland movie).
My right hand doesn't function very well and it hasn't held a penis in more than 6 years, maybe more! My right hand is stiff and is limited to a few activities: holding a bag, holding the base of a bottle to open it, holding the steering wheel while I'm driving (probably the most useful), and protecting me when I fall. I can't even hold down a piece of paper when I write with my left and I legit have to use a paperweight. It's weird how my left hand picks and chooses what it does. Sometimes, it has a mind of its own, twitching and not listening to what my brain is telling me to do.
The Last of Us was the last game that I played and fully completed on my nephew's PS4... twice. Since my disability, I've found YouTubers who play video games and I like games who DON'T talk during the cut scenes. Shout-out to theRadBrad for being my go-to person! I've watched his playthrough 3 times. What I'm saying is that I really fucking love this game, okay!? Since I've watched it many many times, I know THE scene. I CRY EVERY TIME AND I STILL DID. I'm in so deep, I listened to the podcast on Spotify.
Everything is perfect in the pilot. The narcissist inside me is putting myself in the current character's point of view, Sarah. We get to see Sarah a lot more, therefore, we feel the impact so much more when we, especially Joel, lose(s) her. The video game was already so diverse, then they went with a POCs' character angles, which worked perfectly well. This game came out at such a pivotal moment in my life; the 2017 limbo of my life when I was going through the process of becoming disabled. I don't quite remember when my right hand just stopped working, but at least it can still hold stuff. I have this running joke about my mouth becoming like a second hand which begs the question: is this a blowjob or a handjob?
