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| Here Roderick models a tweed jacket +2 vs. thesis advisers and shoots rays of withering condescension out of his eyes. |
Imagine I’m a doctor for PC games. Not a doctor of PC games, mind you; as yet there’s insufficient rigor in the field to support post-graduate study. Some day, friends, we'll sit by the fireplace, sip port, smoke pipes, and have intellectual conversations about the merits of WASD. But anyway, in this metaphor I’m a doctor for PC games. They come to me and I diagnose their ills. In this capacity I've recently had an office visit from Skyrim. It presented with atrophied textures, a 60-degree field of view, and a comically bad interface. I didn’t need to see anymore. “Ah ha!” I cried. “Diagnosis: consolitis!” It was the shortest episode of House ever.
