With news that George Broussard's extra-tardy baby will probably never see the light of day, I must confess that my first reaction was to sit in a darkened room clutching my Duke Nukem 3D box whilst sobbing quietly, the only other sound the occasional patter of tears on cardboard. My red tank-top is off and my shades have been placed in a drawer to be forgotten about until the next owner finds them in five years after I've hawked the nightstand in a yard sale.
Then I realized I'd be dead before Duke Nukem Forever released anyway so I've gotten over it. Funny comparisons to John Romero and Ion Storm aside, it's actually been a fun ride watching several different versions of the same train wreck repeatedly for thirteen years. I think the most frustrating thing is that we could've had several major Duke Nukem games if it hadn't been for crippling perfectionism. Imagine a genius kid creating a cure for cancer but completely scrapping it because the cure didn't also taste like cotton candy.
Here's to you George, you magnificent retard.
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