Staying on top of games is especially hard in 2019. The pace of new releases and the ballooning length of triple-A titles has turned my pile of shame into a turbo-powered treadmill I can't possibly keep up with. Even as we speak type/read, I've got Deacon St. John (srsly that name tho) waiting patiently in the freaker apocalypse for me to come back. I can't imagine all the delightfully stupid creations Dreams offers now, and I haven't even started Judgment, which promises to suck up at least 30 ...
Staying on top of games is especially hard in 2019. The pace of new releases and the ballooning length of triple-A titles has turned my pile of shame into a turbo-powered treadmill I can't possibly keep up with. Even as we speak type/read, I've got Deacon St. John (srsly that name tho) waiting patiently in the freaker apocalypse for me to come back. I can't imagine all the delightfully stupid creations Dreams offers now, and I haven't even started Judgment, which promises to suck up at least 30 ...
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