I’ve been playing video games for the better part of my life, and through the years, I’ve certainly had my crushes. So when* Dragon Age* came out, it was bound to happen. Having played World of Warcraft for quite some time, Dragon Age was a revelation. My brain had been filled with so many fantasy novels, medieval dalliances, and general chatter regarding all things dragony and sword-like, that being able to play a video game in which, ostensibly, I was the center attraction in a marvelous world… Yes, crack. I can’t even tell you how many hours I put into the game. But I can tell you that I played through three times.
And I only fell in love once.
[Read the rest of the sordid tale, and hear the accompanying Heart video, over at GeekMom.]
