On the contrary, I want to KILL TWI
On the contrary, I want to KILL TWI
That's right, I want to cause them physical harm because they've damn near ruined my life. I played BF1942, then Forgotten Hope (which is still kinda great), then finally BF2. Eventaully though I grew bored of them, tired of the bunny hoping, the dive/shoot bugs, the relentless rambo nature of everything.
Everything was going well. My complextion improved as I actually stepped out in the sunlight every so often. I went out, saw old friends, actually did some work.
Then one day I was buying a game that was part of a special offer. It was a present for someone (hey, they'd requested it, I'm not that cheap). So I needed to find two other games. I chose something else to go with the present, but couldn't think what to get for a third. Then I saw RO. I'd heard the name before but knew little else. The photos on the back looked cool, I like WWII games, and my new PC should run it well, so I thought why not, I'll give it a quick go, waste a couple of afternoons then that will be that.
How wrong I was. It had everything I had always wanted form a game (except planes, but I'll forgive them that). And so my life fell apart. Once again I look pale, my friends wonder why I'm not in the pub and I really can't be bothered thinking about work.
So that's why I'm not thanking TWI, because I thought I was cured then RO dragged me right back in, and now I'm hooked worse than ever. My neighbours wonder why I scream out loud obscenties at snipers, or shout that I need artillery on the left ridge, no, godammit, the left ridge, and what can I tell them?
RO ruined my life.