Sunday 1 April 2012

On Neverwinter Nights

"Fuck it", I type.

"Fuck it, lets do it"

It's something of a relief to type the words, as I've suspected for a few minutes that it's more than I can do to say no. I truly can't resist, not with Harry on the other end of a Steam chat, whispering sweet words about late nights and prestige classes, prison districts and charisma casters.


Excited words flow back.

"Fuck it, this time let's do it properly, let's complete the fucking game"