Chapter 8800 GTS
Thus it came to pass that the once Mighty PC of Simon and Monika did begin to bear its burden heavily. For yea, though it toiled under the weight of The Sims 2 and Flight Simulator, so it did run ever more slowly as its masters heaped innumerable add-ons and expansion packs, until the very circuits themselves groaned for mercy. And no more was the computer Mighty, for it could only manage 10 frames per second with all the trees turned off. And Simon was continually blown to tiny fragments playing F.E.A.R. against Owen The Unholy.
And lo, Simon spake unto a foolish minion at PC World and did book the computer in for its annual healthcheck it hath not had for nigh on two and a half years, that it may have all the dust hoovered out of it and have placed within its shell a brand spanking new graphics card and a chunk more RAM. And thus will the PC be wrought Mighty once more, assuming PC World don't cock it up. And Owen The Unholy shall himself be blown to smithereens. And Simon saw that this was good.
And lo, Simon spake unto a foolish minion at PC World and did book the computer in for its annual healthcheck it hath not had for nigh on two and a half years, that it may have all the dust hoovered out of it and have placed within its shell a brand spanking new graphics card and a chunk more RAM. And thus will the PC be wrought Mighty once more, assuming PC World don't cock it up. And Owen The Unholy shall himself be blown to smithereens. And Simon saw that this was good.