Fable II
I was never a big video game person. Pac Man used to frustrate me into a state that would have me cussing and marching in place, leaning into the direction I wanted the stupid thing to go. I would throw the controller only to have it bounce back at me because the cord was so short. Joysticks... no joy. At all. I was pretty good at Haunted Mansion for my Atari 2600, but the stupid bats always got me before I could finish level three.
And then last spring or summer, I tried Oblivion: The Elder Scrolls. And it was over. My 25 year hold-off ended. Dishes would wait, vacuuming was fast and furious. Boys were in bed promptly by 8:30pm. The DVR was furiously recording while I curled up in my pink chair, wireless controller warm in my hand. I made it to level 6, which is nothing in the world of gamer geeks. But I'm the same person who couldn't finish the first half of level 1 on her Raider's of the Lost Arc game. My frog was smooshed by every van and tree log that came along a little to fast.
Last night, Aaron introduced me to Fable II. I cannot believe how awesome this game is. Its awesome-ness makes Oblivion look like... like... child's play! Oh wait...
And then last spring or summer, I tried Oblivion: The Elder Scrolls. And it was over. My 25 year hold-off ended. Dishes would wait, vacuuming was fast and furious. Boys were in bed promptly by 8:30pm. The DVR was furiously recording while I curled up in my pink chair, wireless controller warm in my hand. I made it to level 6, which is nothing in the world of gamer geeks. But I'm the same person who couldn't finish the first half of level 1 on her Raider's of the Lost Arc game. My frog was smooshed by every van and tree log that came along a little to fast.
Last night, Aaron introduced me to Fable II. I cannot believe how awesome this game is. Its awesome-ness makes Oblivion look like... like... child's play! Oh wait...
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