Play nice, children.
Didn't seem like a "flame" to me; just a joke. Uncrinkle the panties, please. (Okay, I see now that you guys have kissed and made up by the time I wrote this, but I'll post it anyway.)
And I read your thing. I don't care if you have a wife and a kid. Anyone who plays any one game for over 200 hours - and after all that proceeds to put as much thought into it as you apparently have here - deserves to hear that type of comment. Besides, it was kind of funny. The whole "morality" thing in gaming has been asking for those kind of comments for awhile now.
And if you really want to think about it, it IS kind of sad that you immerse yourself so thoroughly in some project out of a post-apocalyptic world of horrors, instead of putting that kind of effort into a project in the real one. When was the last time you focused 200-plus-god-knows-how-many brainpower hours into some intricate, complex activity for your whole family? Actually, wait, don't answer that. You see, I don't really care, I'm just wandering out loud here because I can. Yes, wandering.
And just to get it out of the way, I have played online poker for a living for the past year. I have no family at my house, and I have a lot of games. What that means is that there is an ass-shaped groove in this chair that would put your puny derrierres to shame. If I wasn't so incredibly sexy it would be pathetic.
No, I'm just kidding. I'm normal sized, although give me time. I am working on a nice groove here. I just wanted to say that I don't care where I am in my life; I can still point and laugh at you if I want to. In fact, if a truly pathetic person calls you pathetic, that's when you better worry.
Just cause I'm a sinner don't mean I aint gotta lotta rocks.
Anyway, just so you know, I'm not calling you pathetic. Just wandering. I just think that somebody pointing out that "outside" is still there and possibly wonderful is at any rate only giving good advice. (And I thought it was a myth, like dry land!) Anyway, it seemed like a good-natured jab to me.
I will conclude with my Fallout 3 experience:
I kicked Butch's ass as both kids and adults, and when I got the chance I chopped his mom into little pieces; I took revenge on the OverSeer with a baseball bat; I let the cool guard live. When I got to Megaton, Lucas sidled up and gave me the "I'm the law in this town" speech. Of course I demanded his hat, but he got all riled up about it. So I killed him and took it, barely escaping with my life. But when I came back to Megaton, nobody called me "sheriff." And everyone referred to Lucas as having "recently passed on." What the hell?! Do you not see the HAT?! Did I not chop his head off and play baseball with it in front of each and every one of you? Where's the freakin respect! The game wouldn't let me demand the title "sheriff" in any of the speech options, and even after dismembering several more AI they just wouldn't learn. So I agreed to detonate the nuke and blow them all to hell. But then I realized I just didn't care.
I haven't played since. All that work for the hat, and no one even cares. LAME. Oh well. I'll give it another chance at some point. Seems to me this game is funner if you're "good." Because why would the murdering sociopath I described give a rat's ass about his father?! I thought about pretending I was chasing my father to make the voices stop, but that won't work - God knows the voices will never stop...
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