I’ve killed a lot of men recently. A lot of men. And frankly, I needed a break. Running a crosshair-burned-into-the-retina eye over what was either already installed on my PC or within easy reach, my options were fairly limited. Guns, swords, magic death powers, psychic fists…Peggle? No. No more Peggle. That’s the easy way out.
What’s the opposite of violence? Art, perhaps. That’s when I realised precisely what the cure to my bloodthirsty blues was. I haven’t played Guitar Hero for quite some time. Music will sooth my serial killer’s soul. (Bear with me, this will become PC-relevant after the jump).
