Pickle Zombie

For the record, Bethesda and I aren’t exactly speaking to one other after Oblivion. I mean, she calls me up every few years and leaves a bunch of messages about some new thing she’s got going on and how it’s gonna be different this time, but I never return her calls. The wound she left still stings when prodded. I even introduced that god-forsaken game to all of my friends and family before she turned on me and told me I had to start the whole thing again because I had done the first twenty hours wrong. Some of the guys who still know her assure me that she’s changed, that I might fall in love all over again. Maybe, maybe if Skyrim had a Mac version we could possibly try again, but when you’re reaching for excuses not to, it’s generally a good idea not to.

Besides, I recently started seeing World of Warcraft again, for better or worse. Even got a few of the old gang back together. The wife’s cool with it, don’t worry. We even go together some times if you know what I’m sayin’.

Ja.