Well. That’s interesting. I just sat in the darkened living room playing “Leave Home”* super-aggressively and super-perfectionistically, and somewhere around the fourth or fifth time I aborted the game because of dying during the first level (it ramps the difficulty up when you’re aggressive very quickly), I just felt this… rush of hatred and aggression draining out of me as my ship flew into the game again. Damn. I feel a lot better now.
I tried a couple more rounds but my heart just really wasn’t in it. Guess I’ll draw some stuff now.
*a lovely little abstract shmup