As someone who is married to a video game professor, I spend a great deal of my waking hours watching my hubby die thousands of times a week and bellowing to the heavens about the unfairness of such an atrocity (really, this is part of his work schedule).
I feel for him, I do, but I can’t help noticing that with each demise I grow less and less sympathetic to his plight.
After all, one can only witness this kind of violence a certain number of times before becoming numb to it.
But, after watching this collection of various video game deaths (backed by the Tears for Fears’ haunting Mad World) I have to admit that I feel something akin to “light sorrow”.
Maybe I’m just PMS-ing.
Video after the break.