I hate where I come from. My little city of St. Petersburg, in Florida, is like an anchor holding my boat, named S.S Success, in the middle of the ocean for all eternity. My life’s ambitions and subsequent failures to realize them will be solely at fault due to the dredge hole that I come from. Definitely not due to me, or my shortcomings. Not that I have any.
So, now that I’m a million miles away, you’d think I’d be happy, right? But I’m not. There are things I miss about that shit hole. Things, that are stupid in every conceivable way, but for whatever reason, I miss.
I wonder, was Half-Life and the mods we played before it ever that good? Or are we suffering from a severe case of nostalgia? I bet in twenty years, we’ll look back on Episode Two and think “I’m sure it was great at the time, but without a tactile touch simulator, you can’t really appreciate the finer points of Alyx’s character.”