Before I start writing entries for the games themselves, I'd like to tell a story of a little boy.
This little boy was a curious sort. He loved to read, starting at the age of two and even up to now. He seemed to have a natural talent with words, and could read at a pace no child of his age could match. As he read more and more, knowledge filled his brain.
One day, he learned about the birds and the bees that way. It confused him though. Who could blame him? He hadn't even gone through puberty yet.
A short time later, he came to witness the phenomenon known as the Internet.
With what he had learned fresh in his mind, he searched for information on it. He was also skilled in handling a computer, and it took him no time at all to find what he was looking for.
One of the first things he saw was a game. The amateur website he downloaded it from hailed it, calling it a story on love, with a little more of the something he was looking for in the first place.
True Love. JAST.
He downloaded the game. Over the course of a few weeks, he snuck in playing time for it when nobody was looking. Months passed. He uncovered more and more of the game, playing it over and over, with one lesson he learned always at the forefront of his mind.
That sex was the final expression of love you had for someone else.
Years later, the same child, almost a man, turned down an offer of sex from an attractive woman simply because he didn't love her. He could never be intimate with someone he didn't at least have feelings for.
This little boy was a curious sort. He loved to read, starting at the age of two and even up to now. He seemed to have a natural talent with words, and could read at a pace no child of his age could match. As he read more and more, knowledge filled his brain.
One day, he learned about the birds and the bees that way. It confused him though. Who could blame him? He hadn't even gone through puberty yet.
A short time later, he came to witness the phenomenon known as the Internet.
With what he had learned fresh in his mind, he searched for information on it. He was also skilled in handling a computer, and it took him no time at all to find what he was looking for.
One of the first things he saw was a game. The amateur website he downloaded it from hailed it, calling it a story on love, with a little more of the something he was looking for in the first place.
True Love. JAST.
He downloaded the game. Over the course of a few weeks, he snuck in playing time for it when nobody was looking. Months passed. He uncovered more and more of the game, playing it over and over, with one lesson he learned always at the forefront of his mind.
That sex was the final expression of love you had for someone else.
Years later, the same child, almost a man, turned down an offer of sex from an attractive woman simply because he didn't love her. He could never be intimate with someone he didn't at least have feelings for.
And that, my friends, is my story.
