Ok, so here's the deal.

I've been intending to play this goddamn game with the intention of completing it. With the intention of facing my fears, taking them head on, and becoming a hardened bad ass in the process.

Sounds like an amazing goal right? There's just one problem: I am the biggest pussy ever.

This game terrifies me. I tried playing it drunk one night to try and calm my nerves and be numb to the anxious, creeping horror. It didn't work - I explored two new rooms in pitch black darkness and got uneasy with the sounds of footsteps creaking all around me. It was too much. I haven't even seen my first monster yet.

I know I've built it up in my head too much at this point. My imagination is getting the best of me - it always has. I keep reading how amazing this game is, and having conversations like this:



I started this blog in an attempt to keep me on track and fuel me with the encouragement of the Dtoid community... And I will keep to my ultimate goal of completing this game, even if it KILLS ME. My biggest issue right now is after the latest Steam sale, I have dozens of new games to distract me. This is usually how my thought process goes:



Hopefully this entire pansy experience will make my eventual victory that much sweeter, that much more empowering. But dammit, it might take me years to pull it off. I am not exaggerating. The fun part will be looking back on this blog and seeing how far I've come and how many wide-eyed, high-pitched screaming experiences I had to endure to survive.

I know I am being the biggest wuss ever. But I know I'm not the only one! And we must unite! We will overcome this fucking game!



... what the hell have I gotten myself into?