Huh. I passed out hella early...
*looks at clock*
And now I'm up at 3:27am. Fuck you too, universe.

ANNNYWAAAY, couple of things.

1. Not a Witcher fan. There, I said it. Sure, it may be Skyrim on crack buuut...

2. Not an Elder Scrolls fan. I'll admit, kinda limited to just Oblivion, Skyrim, the fucking MMO, and a bit of Morrowind, but I just realllllllllly don't like these games. It's sad. I mean, I want to...but it just doesn't happen.

3. Thank you Rune: DA2 wasn't THAT bad. Bioware brought another pretty decent story to the table. Sure, the dungeons were...well, let's face it, cut and paste for the most part, but if I was playing a game for the combat aspect, it wouldn't be a bioware game in the first place. I'm not a combat guy, really. The story is what sells me on a game. Anyway, I did like Inquisitor. Never got to finish it, but that's because my old computer bit the big one. RIP, Herald, you and your slutty elven ways shall be missed.

4. Mystery Dungeon! Oh wow, I haven't played those in ages. I loved them, but I stopped after the second one. Don't know why, exactly.

5. Megs, you're a bigger person than me. I couldn't do a pie in the face. Just thinking about it made me want to go wash my face. I don't like sticky things, alright? If everything can just be clean forever, life will be good, yeah?

...there were some other things, I just know it...
Can't think of them now.
Oh well.
...
Well, since Brody has fucked off, I suppose I'll just go play Final Fantasy VIII. Because I'm a giant manchild that is surviving entirely off nostalgia. Rose-tinted glasses, AWAAAAY~