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.