The Grim Reaper's jockstrap just got bigger
Luckily I had to girl to fondle me a bit while I played "Slender: The Eight Pages." I wouldn't have been able to play otherwise. I can't handle horror unless it's that corny, campy type of horror found in the Evil Dead or something. Not like Slender, where you're dropped into the forest at night with a flashlight on the search for eight pieces of paper to better help you wipe your butt I guess.
But seriously, Slender shows us you don't need much to do horror right. And even though I'm a big bag of cherries that could lose an arm wrestling match to your baby sister, I still know that the gamer immersion of great horror titles is unlike any other genre. It's a feeling that doesn't rub off in the shower or a skinny dip in the public pool. Man, I walked around that forest intentionally looking for ghosts and when one finally did appear, I nearly had to change my pants.
Here's to new pants!