The answer:
Bedding many anonymous women.
Anonymously.
That's not true; girls find me off-putting.
The truth is that after my 360 crapped out I ran into the woods.
I've been living there ever since.
Unfortunately, I'm as shitty at being feral as I am at bedding anonymous women.
I never finish games.
Never.
No matter how shitty a Danielle Steel book is, I'll finish that.
But not so for my other true passion.
Though I've played ever so many.
Like Maui Mallard in Cold Shadow, for example.
And that's part of the problem.
I never finish a game because another one always comes flitting by.
Then I can't resist switching titles.
Besides decreasing my sex drive and increasing my irritability, gaming has whittled my will down quite a bit over the years.
Oh sure, there's exceptions.
The Grand Wizards I have played through.
Resident Evil 4.
God of War.
That game where you get a job and buy refrigerators.
But the ratio of games I have sampled to those I have completed is embarrassing.
I frequently resolve to force myself into playing a game til its completion.
But there's that issue of will I brought up earlier...
