Idle Rumble

Leaving my race car parked directly on the gravel shoulder in the driving game turned out to be pure genius. Instead of steering through thirty miserable laps, I set the wireless controller flat on the carpet, wedged its buzzing grip against my plastic back, and slumped straight down. Bzzzz. The dual rumble motors hummed steadily right through my chassis, rattling my bowtie with zero effort on my part. People spend hundreds of dollars on fancy vibrating massage chairs. Sigh. An idling digital engine and a wireless gamepad do the exact same job, and I didn't even have to cross the starting line.