Somehow I’ve regressed two years in two hours. I’m drinking coke, not pepsi. I’m laughing at idiots on MTV. I’m getting in belching contests. With myself. I’m staring at an easily payable bill, wondering how I’ll ever manage to motivate myself to pay it off. I’m fascinated with the most inane commercials and advertisements. I’m laughing at poop jokes.
Actually, now that I think of it, the Coke/Pepsi thing is the only change.
Damn. Knights of the Old Republic is a wonderful game. I played through as your average Jesus-like light-side Jedi teacher. I’m gonna have to play through again as some sort of uber-destructive evil incarnate next. My only possible complaint is that after 40 hours of gameplay (at least 30 hours for anybody), I want to play more. I want to pass level 20. I want to pass level 50. I want to take on infinite hordes of battledrois with nothing but my +25 blaster deflection rolls to protect me. I want to save more than one universe at a time. I want to stay up past 4am for another two weeks. I want to board a newly-built Death Star alone without any supplies and eliminate the entire stormtrooper population one at a time.
Related Note: I wish the twenty companies involved didn’t collectively bone their chance at making Star Wars Galaxies even half as good.
Less Related Note: And if you play sports video games, start saving your nickels. You’ll need them.