Okay so I did play the Last in the Legend of Spyro trilogy. Took me 2 days. The voice in my head has been echoing "that's it...?" for a while.
Now I feel odd, like there is a vacuum inside my chi.
At least it is not a feeling of dirt and anger.
I guess the acceptance of the, hm, massproduction of Spyro-games is trying to settle in. What I am trying to express, I think, is that the Legend Trilogy is not all bad (yeah I have been flying a lot.. A Lot). But it lack a certain charm and mischief. It has been traded for very - let me change that to Very - heavy material about Prophecies, Destiny and near-Doom.. and Love, jeez how do they do that?? Go and play Spyro: Year of the Dragon ye suckers! (Yeah, and pause the game and press Up, R1, Up, R1, Up, R1, Circle, Circle, Circle, Circle HAHAHA)
On to less..er.. epic things that happened in one of my breaks: I took a bath. And -- now comes the wow-part -- I listened to the radio. In the stemming bathroom. Wo0tootohgodIneedaction
Before that again there was the wienerpølseparty for the occation of my cousin's 9th birthday. So the house was full of relatives of all shapes and ages. Nice. A little stuffy, but nice.
And just now I tried a sort of IQ-game. The results were very "
haha, what?" and "
well that's good.. I guess"
I need more games.. no, scratch that.. I need a life. And a job.. no even better: a Role (would you cast me?)
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