I’m pretty deep into Peter Molyneux’s “Game of the Year” contender, Fable 2. It’s supposed to be an “RPG for people who don’t play video games,” so theoretically my non-gaming roommate should like it, right?

Non-Gaming Roomate: So what’s this?
Race Bannon: Fable 2.
NG: So is this like World of Warcraft or something?
RB: No, it’s single player, and I don’t play it eight hours a day.
NG: Right only five. Every time I come in here you’re sitting here.
RB: But I’ll be done after I beat it.
NG: Uh huh, what are you doing now anyways?
RB: I’m being a blacksmith.
NG: What, why?
RB: So I can make money to buy a sword.
NG: You don’t have a sword?
RB: Well yeah, but it sucks.
NG: Why don’t you just kill someone and take their sword?
RB: I can’t take anyone else’s sword, it doesn’t work like that.
NG: This game sucks, who is that?
RB: It’s my wife.
NG: You can get married? What is this, The Sims?
RB: No.
NG: Why is she yelling?
RB: Because she found out I banged three prostitutes at once the other night.
NG: WHAT! That’s awesome. Alright I’m starting to like this game.
RB: Yeah, but I got an STD.
NG: (laughing) Wait, so you can work as a blacksmith to earn money, get married and have a three-way with prostitutes and get gonorrhea, but you can’t kill someone and take their sword?
RB: It sounds dumb when you say it like that.

I guess “realism” is a relative term. Fable 2 is insanely addicting, even the mundane aspects of it. I’m probably going to obliterate my wife with lightning if she keeps yelling at me all the time though.

GIVE ME YOUR DAMN SWORD.