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Alright, you sinners. Last week's confessional was ... adequate. I still feel that you are holding back, and you cannot purify your gaming soul unless you make a full accounting of all your trespasses. So we're going to have another round of punishment today, starring Dark Souls.
Punishment was a concept I tried out in 2009 and it didn't last long, because there weren't enough mortifying, teeth-grating, or sickeningly sweet videos to publish one per week. But I thought of it when I saw this Camping Mama trailer. And you guys have gone a long time without saying your hail marios.
We realize that one gamer's pain is another's pleasure, so in an effort to diversify the punishment around here, today's session will give you several choices.
Even though it's only 30 seconds, and you'll probably make it all the way through, today's punishment is having that obnoxious goddamn "NIN-TEN-DO!!!!" stuck in your head for the rest of the day.
Even for its era, this was one of the all-time, mind-numbingly boringest video games ever developed. How boring? Walking into a fence could kill you.
I'll take it easy on you today. Some might not find this video very punishing. Then again, we are talking about Pilates, which is about as boring as watching flies screwing on a windowsill.
This has a run-up of about 30 seconds, but immediately after that, you'll be running for the nearest bottle of Texas Pete. To pour it on your eyeballs.
Not sure what's worse - the subject matter, its narration, or the fact that it is five whopping minutes of nonstop punishment. This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me.
If, to feel safe and secure, you depend upon the image of the U.S. fighting man as 200 pounds of rompin' stompin' shitkickin' dynamite, this might not be the video for you to watch.
