I can barely see the burbon drowning next to me and I just lost it all…
Ahem.
Wrong obsession.
Anyway.
I have been waiting a very long time for this game.
And after dealing with a bunch of computer issues (yay tech support husband) I can finally play the damn thing.
I’m terrible at video games. I lack the skill and coordination and reaction time and everything important for not failing and dying over and over (and over…and over…) again. I still play because with the right game (and gaming partner), even dying repeatedly it’s still a lot of fun.
Five years ago Bob was really excited for a new game that was coming out called Dragon Age Origins. The more I learned about it, the more excited I got about it. Hot damn I loved that game and I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve played through it. I have never invested so much time into a game franchise. Not even when I played WoW.
Dragon Age II was still a whole lot of fun and an awesome game, but it lacked some of the OOMF that the first game had. It was rushed to market and unlike with the first one—where there were multiple endings based on certain choices—II had the same ending regardless of how you played.
Also, no Nugs in Kirkwall. It’s part of the lore of the game, but still. No squeaky squeaky squeaky!
Sad.
ANYWAY.
I’ve been anticipating game three since the end of game two. While the lack of variety in the ending of the second game was a little disappointing, they did leave it hanging wide open for what could happen next, and now it’s here.
And after five long years, I finally get to flirt with Cullen.
He’s barely recognizable from previous games—as advancing technology does—and his hair is way too blonde.
But dammit, IT’S TIME.
Alistair’s off being king. I need the other bumbling and awkward templar in my tent.
Also.
Nugs.
So many Nugs.
Those little rodents run fast though so I just chase after them yelling “Let me love you!”
No.
Seriously.
I do.
What?
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