"Oh man, this is the big finale! Where's the boss? I guess I gotta survive a few waves of these plasma muties first, lemme save the pulse cannon and load up what's left of my MG ammo..."
Two dozen mutants later...
"You're winner! Here, have an obvious sequel hook!"
"...okay."
...I still...
Giant gecko kebabs, anyone? I made 'em myself! Just watch the peppers, they're a mite hot.
(Fallout: New Vegas is awesome, and Survival is an awesome skill.)
Third on House of Leaves. All I can really say about it is to quote the dedications. This is not for you. Don't read it. You might not trust your own sense of space and time any more. Pretty soon you'll be measuring the walls. It just gets worse after that.
This is the entire reason I run as a full EVA-suit Spartan when I play. Nobody gives the dome-helmet any love.
Granted, it is a giant neon orange HEADSHOT ME sign, but I'm going to lose anyway, so who cares.
Not in the least. Anyone who thinks I'm lame for having fun is obviously an utterly pathetic soulless husk of a person, who isn't worth listening to for a second.
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