Well, I finally finished The Walking Dead. Goddamn, it was as brutal as everybody said it was. Such a great game, no question. But is it strange that I'm just really relieved and glad that it's over? It's kind of a first for me: really enjoying a game, but being kind of shelled shocked after its end.

Anyway, plowing ever onward through the Steam "pile of shame!" I'm about 8 hrs into Arkham Asylum. After that, I take on the venerable XCOM.

After many a hiatus, countless side quests, endless mod tinkering, and distractions from other games, I've finally finished the main quest of Skyrim.