Dead Space: A review in an anecdote
Oct. 24th, 2008 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroseroseAs an anniversary present, I got Brian a copy of Dead Space. Rather than extol the virtues of the game (of which there are many, although I have yet to make a final determination as to its value), I figure I'll just relate the following moment, and let you judge for yourselves:
The other night, while Brian was playing (notably, with all the lights on), I was keeping him company while playing on my computer. It was getting late, though, so I got up with the intention of moving to the bedroom. However, about halfway there, Brian looks up from the game and says in the most plaintive, pathetic, 6-year-old-about-to-be-left-in-the-dark voice you can imagine - "Please don't leave me alone!"
The other night, while Brian was playing (notably, with all the lights on), I was keeping him company while playing on my computer. It was getting late, though, so I got up with the intention of moving to the bedroom. However, about halfway there, Brian looks up from the game and says in the most plaintive, pathetic, 6-year-old-about-to-be-left-in-the-dark voice you can imagine - "Please don't leave me alone!"
