I used to be un-real-ly good at Unreal. I would spend nights just playing and then cleaning up my Jolt Cola just to start work in the morning.  At some point, I recall, you could find my name on public server scoreboards as one of the many top headshot people. In. The. World.

The other day, I showed Unreal to offspring. Today, she showed me this.  I swear, it has to be genetics. Just the fact that she's doing this while listening to Sam Cook is sending me indeed.