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Before I start, I have something to say:
TURTLE POWER. FUCK YEAH.
Ok. So, despite my acting like a five-year-old at the TMNT movie, I have been really angry/sad all evening. Now, the anger can quite obviously be attributed to the fact that I have been playing God of War 2 for the past week, and that the game on hard mode is like rubbing your eyeballs with a cheese grater, but the sadness? Well, I dunno where it came from, but it hit me quite suddenly while I was attempting to take several monsters and turn them into lots of bloody, little, dead monsters. Normally this sort of activity makes me happy, but tonight I found the joy sadly lacking. Feh. And no, I'm not actually concerned about my lack of excitement over the gore in a video game. My concern is legitimate, but since I can never really figure out why it is that I'm sad I suppose it's useless to analyze. Oh well.
You know what would be wonderful right now? Wendy's. Mmmm.... processed foodstuffs.
TURTLE POWER. FUCK YEAH.
Ok. So, despite my acting like a five-year-old at the TMNT movie, I have been really angry/sad all evening. Now, the anger can quite obviously be attributed to the fact that I have been playing God of War 2 for the past week, and that the game on hard mode is like rubbing your eyeballs with a cheese grater, but the sadness? Well, I dunno where it came from, but it hit me quite suddenly while I was attempting to take several monsters and turn them into lots of bloody, little, dead monsters. Normally this sort of activity makes me happy, but tonight I found the joy sadly lacking. Feh. And no, I'm not actually concerned about my lack of excitement over the gore in a video game. My concern is legitimate, but since I can never really figure out why it is that I'm sad I suppose it's useless to analyze. Oh well.
You know what would be wonderful right now? Wendy's. Mmmm.... processed foodstuffs.