There are few times where its socially acceptable for a grown man to cry. In a moment of complete and utter awesomeness, the birth of his progeny, or when he sits on his balls. Still, I am not afraid to admit something like this to anyone. I cried playing a video game.

A goddamn video game.

All I have to say is Lost Odyssey. I've been playing the game for a while now, and I'm finding it harder to steel myself against the pure onslaught of pathos I'm force fed. Now, don't get me wrong, I adore the game. However, there should have been a disclaimer that said "May cause bouts of intense sobbing" or come with a preorder bonus of a box of tissues.

My point in the whole thing is, is that the writing in this game is phenomenal. In fact, games in general have gradually become more and more complex, thanks to writing that could obliterate any Oscar worthy flick (not to detract against Diablo Cody. I think Juno is a hoot, and I'd totally bang her). Its no wonder Hollywood is shaking in its boots about a little town called Redmond, and has tried (and failed miserably) to hijack the formula for success.

I look forward to seeing what the future holds for us, especially in the field of interactive entertainment.