“I have walked among men and angels, for three thousand years. Time... has no end... No beginning... No purpose. I wander the earth. Seeking forgiveness for my horrible crimes and against god and man. I wish to seek death, destruction. Evil, over the light. But the light cannot be extinguished. I live in a prison of my own demise. I am lost... in time.
Bad meaning bad. Those perverse souls who insist on populating their personal collections with the worst kind of games are those with bad taste. Yet these individuals' transcendental pursuit of all that is broken and not fun to play is, perhaps, merely misunderstood. Nevertheless, they deserve recognition in their own way.