I can accept a game about magical kingdoms. I can accept the premise of elves, gnomes, monsters, fantastic floating towers and flaming swords. I can put up with a race of color-coded imps who will kill themselves or others at your command. I'll even ignore the little absurdities like catapults that have an infinite supply of boulders and townspeople with an infinite supply of fireworks to heave at you.
But after twelve years of marriage, I refuse to accept the idea of a woman who won't at least put you on the couch for a night after you kill everyone she's ever met.
You know how women get sometimes.
Shamus Young is a programmer and writer by trade, videogame nitpicker by inclination. If you have the patience for more of his ramblings, they can be found at ShamusYoung.com.