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>> Saturday, September 13, 2008 – 

So for those of you who didn't know, I'm a self-proclaimed gamer extraordinaire. I am a certified professional on all things related to games. From first person shooters to MMORPGS and back, I’ve probably played it and have some sort of opinion on it.

This time of year (early fallish) is always the most exciting time in the world of video games because it’s when the BIG yearly titles are coming out. Generally between early September and late November is when all of the games that we’ve been waiting for years, and years, and years to arrive finally do.

September is generally the month of evil waiting.

Personally I’m split between two titles. One I’ve been waiting for a year and a half since I signed up for beta. The other people have been waiting for 10 years since the last title came out.

Namely, Warhammer Online and Fallout 3.

Drastically different games, but both I believe are going to take the gaming world by storm and overshadow most everything else that comes out this year.

Yes, even fucking Blizzards next attempt at clinging to a player base that is generally tired of its game world.

You’ll hear plenty more from me on these two titles I’m sure. Warhammer officially begins for me tomorrow thanks to my pre-ordering skills, and I’m in the process of trying to convince people I know to form a guild with me when it officially releases on Thursday. Fallout 3 is slotted to release for XBOX360 next month on the 28th.

So expect plenty on these two.

Oh, and also the scariest looking game I’ve seen in a long time.

>>  Posted by Raidhyn at 9:14 AM |   |  send email  | 

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