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Okay I am back. See, my MoveableType went all crazy and nonfunctional because it is part of a "computer" and computers are liable to fuck up wherever the slightest chance of fuck-up-ability exists. I have moved past this unpleasant aspect of 21st century living for the most part, and I was busy doing other things like smuggling giant frogs out of Tattooine anyway.

In the end, the Light Side outweighed the Dark by the slimmest of margins despite my propensity for randomly murdering merchants and other innocents. In video games, redemption for such terrible acts is pretty straightforward: you just find some lady who needs you to find her runaway robot slave, complete her retrieval mission and POW! you're suddenly Good again. Except sometimes being Good involves killing the robot... I don't pretend to understand the intricate nuances of ethical polarity, I just needed the all-important Good designation in order to equip the baddest-ass armour on my main guy. Basically you just choose whatever option reminds you the most of a condescending Catholic and you're home free.

So after all was said and done (and killed), an understanding Jedi Council glossed over my homicidal slips across the galaxy and now I'm a hero. What is a hero, exactly? To me, a hero means not having to play this damned game anymore.

I am full of wine and raw fish and various other aquatic things. The combination is not conducive to structured thought. Perhaps I will take another stab tomorrow, somewhere in the narrow crack between phonics and Phuket.

Posted by Chris at 11:45 AM >> Commentations (0)