When too much time passes between the release of good RPGs, terrible things happen to me. I get this sense that there has to be something out there that I missed. There are thousands of games, there must be a RPG I didn’t play or didn’t play enough or haven’t played in a long time. Something. I become the addict who has flushed all his junk trying to quit, who then tears his house apart looking for a stash he prays to have missed.
I’m in the closet, digging through stacks of old games, cursing the missing CD in the Neverwinter Nights box. I black out. When I come to I’m on Steam with a copy of Two Worlds in my cart. It’s been a long time, right? They patched it. Right? I black out again.
I wake up at an intersection, lost in thought at the change to green, furious beeping behind me. It’s 6:30 on a Saturday morning and I’m driving to the office…to get the copy of Ultima IX from the games library. It’s the only Ultima I didn’t finish. I have to finish it. I want to finish it. Don’t I? (No.)
I know how this will end. There I am, at my desk, surrounded by empty Starbucks cups and wasabi peas, trying to find someone on the Underdogs forums to help me get a Gold Box game running on DOSBox.
Sweet, sweet DOSBox.
Oh, God. What am I doing?