Honestly, though, Iím rather loath to attempt to think that far ahead; the present mess is more than enough to wrack my brain all on its own. Though the clock is rapidly ticking down, I havenít yet made my final
decision as to where Iíll be going to get kicked repeatedly in the face, largely because Iím not sure Iím even considering the right criteria: is it some kind of gaming sin to even view a purchase through the same prism as Iím viewing it? Have I inadvertently reduced myself to a puppet of the marketing department, instead of the opposite? It kind of feels like it sometimesÖit almost makes me wonder if the hard-nosed fighting fans have been right all along, that if Iím not going to pour out my heart and soul into a well-crafted fighter then I might as well not waste my time on it in the first place.
Not that it matters now: the bell has rung, and about all I can do from here on out is roll with the punches.
LOOK WHO CAME: