Manufactured Misfortune/Day1-Anatomy "Play A Video Game"
"...we play one of your video games. It's been a while since you and I played a game together."
"Sounds like a good idea to me. You wanna play on my computer in my room or the game setup down stairs?"
"Downstairs, definitely!"
"Okay, I'll go get set up and you meet me there once you're finished."
You get up and take your dishes to the sink before heading downstairs, taking a good look at Emily's profile as you pass, just in case she goes to change first. Your parents put a lot of time and money into the basement, converting what once was a cold, dank, and musty room into a cozy den with plush carpeting, a pool table, a mini-fridge, and the main attraction, an in-home theater complete with projector, surround sound, and the comfiest arm chairs imaginable. While mainly used for movies, you got permission to hook up your game systems and as a result posses a gaming rig many gamers would drool over.
First you boot up the system, then move to look through your games. Just as you do that Emily walks downstairs, proving your fears from before unfounded as she neglected to change into something other than her towel. She hadn't simply forgotten though, as you can see her keeping a firm grip on where it's tucked in under her left arm as she walks your way.
"So," she begins. "Have you decided yet? I have no preference so whatever you want is fine by me."
"Well, I think I have an idea."
What game will you play?