Starting off with a reference none of the audience could possibly get is probably not the best way to lead into a post, but I do not care.
Like my sister I am a total sucker for a ridiculous deal, especially one that offers instant gratification from the comfort of my computer chair. The Goddamned Steam holiday sale ate me alive; I am completely ashamed at how easily and utterly they manipulated my will. Full editions of 2 year old games for under $2? Damn you people to Hell. The absolute worst part was buying S.T.A.L.K.E.R. for a piddling $2, and then realizing that for the type of experience the game offers I would much rather play Far Cry 2, and buying that game as well for only $10 more. It was like wandering into a discount humiliation emporium and being unable to resist the prices.
My shame is only tempered by my secret glee at not biting on Torchlight til it was $5. All you $10 Torchlight players are bustas.
The new pile, which joins the old pile, follows:
S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl
I’m excited at the idea of Fyre and I putting up collaborative reviews of S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and Torchlight, but that’s actually kind of unlikely for reasons that will become clear next week. For the time being, these games will have to be consigned to the status of mere trophies, a gallery of pouting and untouched beauties gathered together under the roof of a negligent master. For me, it is enough to have them.
I hate myself.
-ssr
Hey Drama Boy!! You bought games, not the souls of children who died unshriven. It’s cool.