Clint plays Lollipop Chainsaw and watches his life flash before him as he once more insists that games are culturally valid in spite of themselves:
After a stress filled week rife with the jovial highs of college registration and the harrowing lows of student loan applications I'm back full force and ready to run roughshod over whatever topic happens to haphazardly wander into my mind's peripheral vision. The field I've chosen to pursue in my second trip to the hallowed halls of higher learning is game art and design so the topic at hand has already made itself readily apparent. Well, unless this whole The Player Character gig starts paying dividends and continued secondary education is no longer my passport to a contemptuous lifetime of enjoyable toil. In other words I suggest you immediately donate to our non-existent Kickstarter. Premium members will be deigned worthy to grace my Facebook request box with a humble plea for friendship. I won't ever accept but you'll at least have the golden opportunity. Anyway, despite my undying passion for the video game industry I find myself entering it with a certain amount of trepidation. Yes, I know, that last sentence affords me the unique opportunity to make a horrendously filthy joke but this is a serious topic so I have to set a serious tone. I'll take a cue from the majority of my bodily orifices and make sure this article remains a penetration free zone.