Childhood repetition

The first game I sunk far to much time of my life into was a beautiful game by the name of Kotor. I received my copy when I was 5 years old and it was my introduction to Star Wars, I sat for hours and hours trying to beat this game back in a time where I couldn't just google the answers. Is it a hard game? No, I was five. Imagine, however, the excitement of a freshly matured and S U P P L E seven year old when I read in my game informer magazine talks of a Kotor 3! See my stupid ass hadn't even thought about there being sequels to beloved games and quickly purchased the second, and inferior, game. For years I followed the development, cancellation, resurrection, and the rumor mill that surrounded this potential master piece. Alas with age comes wisdom and the word has dick slapped some positive modifiers into that stat block for sure, yet here I am, a broken soul the age of 9,355 cursed days atop stuck in this hellhole of a brain and y'all have the audacity to continue to delay the game? All I ask for is peace and y'all hold the keys to my freedom in your hands, I ask, nay beg, for you to finally Lenny me with the deep deep insertion of butter and knights into my cerebral cortex.

Submitted November 20, 2018 at 02:54AM by Jankotho https://ift.tt/2PEJ5G6