I was one of those weird kids. You know, one of the ones who says right in front of an entire class full of kids, that I thought a picture of a glacier looked like a "Wolf Overlord?" Let's just say I embraced my nerdy-ness early on. My awesome Uncle helped me do so, by donating Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2 to me for my PS1. I then became obsessed, born to crush all guy friends in any game presented to my greedy hands, and pretend like I could, even when they crushed me. My first real favorite game? Morrowind. Upon hearing that epic game theme, my gaming destiny was revealed to me. Playing it was like living in the world I had always imagined...one where you were expected to swing a sword, defeat monsters, and become a self glorified hero. Needless to say, I later on became Oblivion's number one fan, more devoted than perhaps even my own Arena Devoted Fan, who regretfully died in an unfortunate fire ball accident, then an unfortunate falling-off-the-unbelievably-high-tower accident, and finally finished out his days living in Rosethorn Hall's basement. Bethesda, you rock, and I will happily wait to become the Dovahkiin I always knew I was. Oh, and fix the horses, please. :)

I loved Fable. Fable II was entertaining. But the wait for Fable III was torture, and as soon as I got it...? Yep, my social life went out the window for about two weeks. Who needs conversation when there's legions of hollow men to disembowel? (Or, chop to pieces, as it were.) In my game, I am a man. This was strange to many people, because I am, in fact, not a man. I am also a paragon of good--because, even in a virtual world, I feel bad about doing bad things. I then became quite a handsome specimen, with my sexy brown locks and mercenary beard, and married a stall vendor, named Debbie, which might be creepy, seeing as my Fable II character also named a stall vendor named Debbie. Call it sick. I call it fate. And mother obsession. After playing through the game, as Walter lay dying in my burly man arms, I admit that the entire situation broke through my proud, stony face, and tears almost spilled onto the controller. Almost. But at least all my allies were there to send him off right, even Logan, who, though I am pro death penalty in actuality, I could not kill after letting Elise die. If ever a Fable four comes out, I will so be all over it. Until then, I guess my stall vendor wife and kingdom will have to suffice.