
My dear Forza 2,
It was but six weeks ago when I brought you home, and to be perfectly honest, I did not expect very much from you and the other pack-in game that came with the machine. But in the short time that we've spent together, you have somehow managed to become my new object of lust. Our time apart finds me daydreaming of when we will next be together, the next chance we have to spend credits on new upgrades and bringing down those lap times. We have such good times don't we?
On the other hand, Mrs Poopey now wants to 'do something' to the 360, I find myself trying to fiddle the household budget around to somehow justify a new fuck-off 50" plasma, and am seriously contemplating giving Microsoft cash for points to redeem on your downloadable content. I knew I shouldn't have plugged the internet in, and now I'm even more addicted to racing other sad cunts online every chance I get. What's a poor Captain to do? I love you, and I hate you. You sexy minx. I can't stay mad at you...
Glass Rating: Three Crystal Rose thingys

