at a crossroads between the truth (console wars largely are stupid and irrelevant bouts of who can throat the most corporate boot) and my heart (i will explode people in real life for repeating decades old misinformation about the sega saturn)
the angel on my shoulder beckons me to stop being silly and play a round of klonoa: door to phantomile (1997) for a while. the devil is already passing me another can of spray paint so i can finish tagging "MORE LIKE PHONY PLAYSHITSTATION" on the walls at sony hq