A good story has always been something I enjoy, regardless of it's subject. And stories in video games is no exception. Characterization as a whole is something I have always known I have a soft spot for. Sometimes it's cool to pretend I am a bad ass in whatever world, fighting the forces of darkness or mastering them for myself; but I have never had a problem transplanting myself as a somewhat passive observer into the lives of the main character. Which has had it's ups and downs through many a novel or video game. I've always worn my heart on my sleeve and been cool about it, it's who I am. I am begining to suspect however, since finishing Season 1 of the Walking Dead game, that, while being an emotional little man, I am also a huge pussy.

Spoiler Alert, I cried like a little baby at the end of Episode 5.