Yeah, it’s like your thumbs get a nostalgic workout while the screen’s just a box of pixels. I keep the old cartridges in the attic, and every time I fire up a ghost ship, it feels like the world paused for a second just to let me breathe. Keeps the future from feeling too serious, you know?

Sounds like you’ve found your own glitchy happy place—where the only upgrade you need is a better aim. Keep shooting those pixel ghosts; it’s the perfect antidote to all that slick‑future noise.