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What Are We All Playing This Weekend?

They're all away this weekend, somewhere or other. I don't know. Which means - yes, you've guessed it! - it's time to hold another of our famous RPS Fanfic contests, with the chance to win your very own bottle of Eau d'Horace. Just in time for Christmas, too - maybe it'd be the perfect gift for a loved one? Simply tell us, in forty words or less: what are Graham, John, and Pip up to this weekend? Oh, and while you're there, what are you playing this weekend?

Adam: For reasons that not even I can grasp, I've decided to devote the weekend to a JRPG. It's a genre I know very little about, even if I have played some of the classics. That's reason enough, I suppose. A chance to broaden the old horizons.

I'm trying to choose between The Legend of Heroes: Trails in the Sky and a Final Fantasy game. Any of 'em that I can get hold of on PC, except for VII, which I've already played. It'd probably be Final Fantasy III since I've never played it and it's sitting in my Steam account. I'm open to other suggestions though, if anyone cares to share recommendations.

Alec: Thanks to that there Michael Radiatin' I still haven't had much of a chance to play anything other than Fallout 4. My brain's begun screaming at my skull about this, so I reckon I'll finally get around to Metamorphabet. Might even see how the two-year-old takes to it, if I convince her mum that games won't warp her for life.
Alice: I'm writing this shortly before catching a train to Glasgow, so I probably won't be doing too much of those there video games. Other than Isaac, of course. I've already played Isaac. I'm 200 coins short of maxing out my Greed Machine and unlocking the new secret character, who I hear's a right bastard to play, which is probably good? I might also finally get some of those Lost unlocks now You Know What.
Graham: [You tell me!]
John: [You tell me! But we did, however, have another John sighting last weekend from reader 'Shiloh', which would explain why screams filled the air of my fair city:

"I believe I spied John standing proud atop Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh, beard bristling and kilt swirling dangerously above the knee in the fresh Hibernian breeze, risking a nasty chill around the Trossacks, to bring us his convention-defying 'Scots wahey!' on the pipes."]

Philippa: [You tell me!]

But you, dearest reader, what are you playing?

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