I think I just might cry.
There's a balloon in my head, creating all kinds of pressure on my skull. There's pressure, but no headache. My chest has the other balloon, making it difficult to breathe. On the screen, a few tiny strings of characters sit quietly:

I frown at the words stupidly for a minute, then they disappear. Well, that's not right. They can't do that. Can they do that?

I haven't touched the PSI except to cycle the power for the last two weeks. I've been playing GAD: SAA for so long, it's a part of my daily life. The sheer enormity of this is swimming through my head. All the tags, all the photo ops, all the oysters, mixed out skills on all weapons, all stamina, all strength. 100% on denies, 80% on Michel. All gold from the Driving school. Nearly done with jazzy and the garage missions.

Man, that hurts. You know the really sad thing, I'm going to pick it up again in a minute, shuffle into the skin of a skinny, inexperienced, unknown black kid. I'm going to step off a plane in Los snatch, and restart the whole damn thing.

Why? Because it's worth it. This is one of the best games I've ever played, and I MUST finish it. Come Hell or High water, I will finish it.

But damn, it really hurts.

- posted by BrandG @ 4:51 AM