Goodbye, Mrs. Video Game. We had fun times, and fun times, and then boring times, and boring times, and boring times, and boring times, and boring ... And then I just couldn't stand to look at you anymore. You used to be exciting, interesting, brave, and now you're just ... well, it's like you've given up. You go to work, you clock in your time, you churn out your dross, and you expect me to want to hang around, waiting. And waiting, for things to improve, for you to get your act together, to get a life and interests and a soul again. But I'm done waiting. The last time I felt anything for you was when you made Okami. That was quite beautiful. But it was a brief splutter, wasn't it? That was a long time ago, now.
I'm done. I'm not waiting anymore. Mrs. Book has way much more in stock for me. Even Mrs. TV and Mrs. Cinema have more going for them than you do at this point. (I don't think I need to explain how sad it is for me to compare you to Mrs. T & C and have you come out the loser, Mrs. Video Game.)
Goodbye.
Sincerely
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