The third month of my budgetary experiment saw a huge boost in retail purchases due to some “found” funds, but I’m beginning to wonder about Gameznflix and I’m getting concerned about next month’s double-threat of Call of Duty 4 and Mass Effect already. I match last month’s total in new acquisitions but this month I spend less time playing the new games than I have previously. All this and more after the hop.
“What do you think,” she asked. I simply stared at her. “Yeah,” she conceded after a few seconds, “We should just play it by ear.” I glanced around the room, paying more attention to the entry points and available ammunition than the conversation. It’s how all our little talks went: She speaks. I listen. Mostly. When I’m not busy killing stuff and half-listening over the clatter of automatic rifle fire.
It’s not that I don’t care or that I don’t have any desire to answer. But I can’t, and so every question becomes rhetorical. Every comment passes by without reaction. Every emotional confession and every awe-inspiring moment is greeted with cold silence and casual observation.
And people are creeped out by the guy in the suit. Go figure.
In what may be the biggest Gaming Weekend yet, I blast through one of the best short-form games I’ve ever played, take advantage of a surprise windfall to expand my library, try out a bunch of demos and finally—finally pick up the sequel to my #1 game of all time with some surprising results.
This week I divert my $60 a Month plans from their original course, find a game I love that I maybe could have played months ago, get grouchy again about Gameznflix and play some handheld games in sporadic bursts so short you might swear I wasn’t even playing at all.
Another long weekend sees me wrapping up the story portion of Saints Row, getting a bit of multiplayer fun out of Halo 3 and heading back into Cyrodill where I discover that Bethesda’s masterpiece of an RPG hates me and wants me to cry.