It's not the bugs, it's not freezes, it's the story.  For all the choices that you get, it seems like there's really only one way to go if you want to save the Brotherhood, and to do that you have to do some pretty awful things.    I've put so many damn hours into this game, and it feels like a waste to stop, but I can't do anything that fits with the type of character I'm playing.  Which is strange for a game that gives you so many damn choices.  Maybe I'll start over another time as an evil legion dude so I won't feel bad about this.

Who says 2010 doesn't rule?

Blockbuster used to be where you got hot games from 3 months ago.  But now that nobody seems to step into Blockbuster anymore, you can actually rent new games pretty soon after their release.  It's really a shame they put all the local video stores out of business, though, because that was the best place to rent a game.  At a dollar a day, five dollars a week, you could afford to beat Final Fantasy II.  I miss that.
 
I also miss that damn Blockbuster add campaign.  That's pretty effective that I still have the damn "What a difference" song from Blockbuster stuck in my head.

Now that I have basically set up tomorrow to be completely ruined by my lack of sleep due to staying up and playing Halo, I feel like I have finally unlocked at least a tiny portion of the "College Experience" Real Life Achievement.    I haven't played a game with another person inside a room in a long time, that is an experience you really miss and even playing Live with friends is not the same.

Today in gamestop, as I was purchasing a used game, I observed a guy purchasing one of the new 360s.  He was talking about how it was mighty convenient that his system just died right before the release.  Since my system also just died this week, we joked about how the library of games is so strong that we just can't not get one of the new ones.   It was a very pleasant conversation.
 
Then he observed that I was wearing a Laker polo shirt.
 
"Oh, you're a Laker fan?  Fuck you."
 
He had a very obvious Bostonian accent.  Part of my sympathized with him.  Here he was, in Tucson Arizona where it was 40 degrees warmer than his native land, just trying to replace his Xbox  after his team came up just short in game 7, and he encountered me, guy born in California and a die hard Laker fan in a douchey Laker polo jersey near him in neutral territory.
 
But only part of me.  I gave a  polite "well it was a tough game and the Lakers just barely eeked it out," response, but if the tone in my voice didn't give away that I didn't really mean that gesture of good sportsmenship, the smug grin on my face certainly did.  I'm not normally that type of fan, at least I hope I'm not.  But on this day, after that long, hard series as a longtime Laker fan, even a direct "fuck you" in mixed company wasn't enough to bring me down.
 
I finished my purchase and said, "good luck with your X-Box" and walked out the door.