I feel like gushing on good writing.
I have a distant memory of my older brother and a cousin-of-similar-age-to-my-brother looking through a thick book. It said 'Rulebook' on the front, but had very interesting cover art. The two of them seemed to think it was the coolest thing ever. I asked if I could read it, but of course, being the little brother, I wasn't allowed to. I wasn't cool enough, apparently. (how can someone tell if someone else is cool enough? Is there a unit of measurement...?)
I would like to induldge in a little personal history a moment.
See, I've always been a skinny guy. As a toddler, to elementary school, throughout high school, I never had much meat to me.
Oh yes! I was made fun of. Not an enjoyable youth. But let's not get into that. I still thought myself a fast person, able to run quickly and move quickly, but never for very long. Endurance was always my weakness. Years after graduating high school and working in the real world, I was still
I will admit to being a bit jaded and ornery when it comes to the games I like.
There are some games that people expect me to love, and yet I'll have only a few good things to say about them. And yet, other games that even I wasn't expecting to like, I absolutely adore. In cases like that, it's usually some indefinable quality that I can't put into words that makes all the difference. I'll say outright the flaws to be had in the game, and yet confess undying love for it regardless. I
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