I handled it pretty well, and I’ve already gotten the place sprayed.

I had to step on about 15 of the little creepers last night.  And each time, I prefaced my Sandal of Doom with a, “Sorry, buddy.”  I felt bad all night.

It’s glaringly clear my parents never let me be desensitized by video games.

The first time I played a first person shooter, I couldn’t stop thinking about the guards’ families.  What is that?