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“Guitar Hero is about rocking your fucking face off.”

Perhaps you understand the gravity of those words, and maybe you don’t. But as I see it, such a phrase isn’t to be said lightly. You see, that resonates with me on some primal level, stroking the hope built up during so many hours as a teen spent jumping on my bed (yeah, as a teen, that’s the ticket) performing air guitar acrobatics.

Shame on you, for now you’ve made me think rock godhood is somehow within my grasp, if even for a short time. I hate you Tycho. I hate you for getting my hopes up, for making me spend money on this…. controller.

I feel used and dirty, as I’ll be paying for some cheap thrill akin to buying a blow up doll. When did normal game controllers cease to suffice? Oh sure, I don’t *need* this new succubus of a game. At least, that’s what I try and tell myself. I’ll love it. I’ll love it as I love rocking, and I’ll feel unclean for it.

I have you to thank for that.
~Tor