Splitkick: It falls upon me without warning and there is nothing I do can prevent it. Like writer’s block to a novelist or a knee injury to a soccer player, once again I am the victim of a gaming rut. Suddenly my favorite pastime has become a chore, and I am left browsing Netflix and watching all three seasons of United States of Tara, again. My friends ask if it is because I am reviewing a game that I don’t like, but my review list is completely open at the moment. No, I cannot blame my lack of desire on a terrible mandatory game session (NeverDead, I’m lookin’ at you), I’m just stuck in this rut. A new PS Vita in hand, Mass Effect 3 sitting on my shelf, and I still cannot bring myself to pick up a single game.