Bad news is that I can't stop playing Warlords 3: Darklords Rising. Good news is that I am training my body to survive on two hours of sleep, a skill that will come in handy in my geriatric years when my prostate acts up every ten minutes. He just had to go and create the perfect game. And all because of that bastard Steve Fawkner.
Once again, I will hear the melodious words of my wife as she wakens, 'are you still playing that damn game'? Again I am drawn down the spiral staircase of addiction towards the land of Illuria. Once again, I will see the dawn rise over the skyscrapers.
