AGAIN?! FUCKING AGAIN?!
Right. What the actual fuck. I love gaming. I fucking LOVE gaming.So naturally, a trophy list has decided that enjoying the game once isn't enough. No, apparently I need to crawl back through the same goddamn story again, and again, and AGAIN until I can no longer tell whether I'm coming or going, with every nook and cranny in the game embedded into my skull as my rapidly deteriorating sanity continues.
“Oh, you've finished the game? Congratulations!”
Now do it again.
“Oh, you've done that? Brilliant!”
Do it again.
“You thought you were finished?”
HAHAHAHA. GET FUCKED, TROPHY HUNTER.
This is the part where you stop being a gamer and become an absolute fucking hostage. You're no longer playing for enjoyment. You're playing because some little digital bastard that hates his life and gamers is coding a trophy list is sitting there going:
And apparently I have no self-respect because I'M GOING BACK IN.
So this post is officially for every moment of trophy-hunting madness where you find yourself screaming:
“WHY THE FUCK AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?”
Multiple playthroughs?
Bullshit requirements?
Missed trophy?
Backtracking for some obscure collectible?
Three hours wasted because you forgot one stupid fucking thing?
VENT IT HERE.
The couch is open.
The rage is welcome.
The Platinum is absolutely not worth this much emotional damage.
But here we are again.... we're getting the fucking Platinum anyway.
fuck my life lol 
