Dear Skyrim,

You have provided me with hours of fun and entertainment.  I've enjoyed exploring caves and Dwarven ruins with the goal of nice loot.  I never really had any complaints except for that damn crimson nirnroot quest you had to put me through.  I think our time has come to an end for the time being.  It's not you, it's me.  I'm just in a different place right now.  Don't get me wrong, you have plenty to give, but I'm just not able to offer much more in terms of commitment to you.  I have other things that I need to do.  What's that?  How did you know about The Old Republic?  Oh...you saw the application through the media extender.  Well this is awkward.

I don't see why you're so upset.  I dedicated almost a month straight of my time to you.  That's longer than I spend on most titles.  I even went ahead and unlocked all fifty of your achievements.  I just need to focus on other things for the site.  I can't run a podcast and a YouTube channel with only information about you.  I can't record your gameplay anymore.  What now?  Why was I playing Voltron?  I'm allowed to play other titles.  Gyah, you're being so childish right now.  I'm going to play with my PS3.

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