I knew it would happen when I started this journey. I knew, years ago, when I decided to go through and beat all of the games I own, it’d take me to some pretty dark places. While it’s true that I do have an extremely discerning taste and a big giant sexy brain, neither of those have really stopped me from buying some completely dreck games. And I’d be forcing myself to play them. This wouldn’t end up well.
I knew hell awaited me. I’d staved it off so far. No matter how poor the game was, I always found something to enjoy. Doesn’t mean there weren’t some games I played with a scowl plastered on my face, but for the most part, I’ve found some redeeming feature in every game I played. Yes, even that one. You know the one. The one you hate. To some degree, it’s been quite satisfying, and really justifies why I’m keeping this endeavor up. At the same time, it was frustrating, because I knew Damocles had left his sword hanging, only to drop at some future date. Eventually, I was going to run into a game so horrid, so abysmal, that even I couldn’t handle it, and I was still going to force myself through it.
Well, it has finally happened. I have stared into the abyss, and the abyss stared back. From the darkest reaches of my soul it drew the antithesis to everything I held dear, my nemesis, the bane of my existence.
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