Back in July, I had a rather strange visit from my future self. He created a time machine using the controller from Steel Battalion and Mountain Dew Gamer Fuel and decided to visit me and answer your questions about gaming's future. To be honest, the guy was a bit of a weirdo, and I was glad to be rid of him when he left to stockpile on out-of-production sodas.
Well, he's back, and he insists once again on answering your questions. Please do send some. Hopefully it will appease him and he'll leave me alone again. I'm going to rip my ears off if I have to sit through another dull robotic apocalypse story. Also, he refuses to take off his Mudkip costume, which is starting to weird me out.
My future self says he wears this Mudkip costume for his own protection. From what? Your guess is as good as mine.
Here are his guidelines for your questions.
Only questions about video games. Don't go asking him about global warming or nuclear holocausts.
He doesn't want to tell me how old he is — I guess I become really shy in the future — but he is placing a limit of no more than 30 years into the future for your questions.
Be polite. My future self is a bit cranky and won't respond well to rude questions.
He still doesn't want any questions about monkeys. He was very adamant about this. Monkey must really be a bitch in the future.
Send your questions to email@example.com, and I'll make sure he sees them. He'll be answering them next Wednesday, so get them to me ASAP!