i hate to admit defeat. hate it. it’s a weakness. and no good has ever come of weakness.
i will sadly and reluctantly admit that my plan of simply adding video games to my collection was a bit ridiculous. a few months ago, i started voraciously watching episodes of hoarders. then there was hoarders: buried alive. i can’t help it; i find this sort of show simply fascinating. i always wonder: how did they get there? what happened, what event transpired to create this situation? i take a certain amount of pride that my place doesn’t look like that. oh sure, every now and then it gets messy, but no one’s ever going to evict me over it.
then i look at my game shelf. then i get a little scared.
captainadventure has long preached the value of the rental. rent it, play it, return it, forget about it. then if you like it, buy it. ‘oh please’, i scoff. ‘it takes me months to finish games, i have a life’.
as the games keep piling up, i get a little anxious. i mean, i bought oblivion over a year ago and i still haven’t played it. i bought the sims forever ago, and have been getting side tracked like nobody business.
now, some of you out there i know will argue that i should examine the trade-in route. but these places don’t even offer half of the value you paid for the game. and as far as renting goes, well, i seriously doubt whether i can commit to two solid weeks of something. there’s work, there’s fun, there’s boys… i mean, honestly my social calendar fills up fast.
all of this being said: i STILL do not condone cloud gaming.