I've reached level 27!!

I was at some nameless electronics store (rhymes with "Mest My"), and I saw a PS2 controller that cools your hands while you play, alleviating one of the top annoyances that plagues epic RPG players everywhere - you know, like sweaty hands, sleep, and real life.

A $30 controller that cools your freakin' hands?! I thought, "you know you have problems when you need to buy a therapeutic controller." But, one of the things RPG's boast is how many hours of gameplay to expect. 50 hours, 100, 300,... bottomline: people feel cheated when you can conquer Zaxon and Lord Gilroth in under 5 straight days of playing.

Remembrance

Recently my fiancé (French term for "girlfriend under contract") had been on a Final Fantasy kick, playing parts VIII, IX, and most recently X (Romans count funny). It's funny watching her play these games I essentially lived on throughout my school years. That, tied with my years playing pen & paper RPGs, makes for a lot of hours wasted killing goblins.

But, for some reason, I just don't get into them anymore. I don't seem to have the same patience as I once had; I immediately want to find a cheat for the game, kill that freakin' Zaxon guy, and see the cool ending with scrolling Japanese names.

Also, I've come to realize that most Role Playing Games are incredibly hokey. I mean, every Final Fantasy, or Japanese RPG for that matter, is a lot like Taco Bell: take the same ingredients, rearrange them, and sell it like new.

Here - you try! Enter in campy, Japanese-like names into the recipe below and hit submit to see how it plays out!

Maybe RPG's are formulaic, but they were a great pastime back when I couldn't drink. But now that I'm of legal age to bear arms and do body shots, my quest to make it to 56th level aren't hitting the top of my list.

Writing lengthy posts for an oblivious website - THAT'S where I put my time!

- George