A Correction
It has been brought to my attention by certain parties (which will remain nameless) that the caricature presented in yesterday’s post of a poor, hard suffering girlfriend eking out a grim shadow of normal life while laboring under the verbal shackles of my frequent dissertations on the subject of Fallout 3 and it’s unusually high awesomenicity quotient may have been, to a degree, false. In effort to rectify this falsehood before it worms its way too deeply into the framework of tubes making up this electronical communication array of ours, I offer a correction in the form of a more accurate portrait of the reality of the situation. In truth, the special lady friend in question (referred to henceforth as “the victim”) quite enjoys watching my excursions in to the digital portrayal of blighted, apocalyptic Washington town, And any suffering experienced on the victim’s part is merely due to the internal struggle over which Perk I should take upon massacring enough individuals - deserving or otherwise - as to gain enough experience to advance a level of skill. Such struggle is not so different from a serious case of the vapors, and in its most extreme occurrences may require the employment of smelling salts to resolve.
I hereby do apologize, the victim, for any unwarranted stress this may have caused you, and to you, you baker’s dozen (or thereabouts) of readers whose already bare-knuckle grasp on reality may have been further strained by this blasé use of misdirection in place of the truth you are so rightfully accustomed to. May you return to your day with some sense of peace and stability.
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