But today, I broke the mold. I pre-ordered a game, Fallout 3. I think that I perhaps have stepped into A) A New world of dorkdom B) A new world of isolation or C) A new world where I’m paranoid that the game that I bought a gaming system for, might not be available immediately unless I pre-order — I therefore have to ensure that I won’t have to wait a whole week or something to get it.
The worst part? I thought about pre-ordering others. Like Dead Space, Little Big Planet and… no wait, that was it. Just those two. But at least with Dead Space I would have gotten a 100 page art book — all I got with Fallout was a soundtrack. Which contains songs from the Ink Spots and Bing Crosby — you can read that as “this game is going to fucking rock and change my life.” Remember Morrowind, Mojiferous? Remember the sleepless nights? The dynamics? The coolness? Now drop a nuclear bomb on that shit. O….M….G!
Done dorkin’ out. See you in ‘09.
Ugh. I need friends or something.
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