Time for something a little bit different. My blog seems to have taken a swing towards becoming a beauty blog. While that's all well and good (I enjoy writing about that stuff a lot) I do want to be able to go off on a tangent and write about something unrelated every now and then so here it is. I've been into video games since I was young. I remember going to my aunt's house and my cousin was playing Crash Bandicoot on his Playstation. I had a go but the neanderthal like hand-eye co-ordination only a toddler could possess got in the way of success. A couple of years later I owned a Playstation of my own. I started by watching my mum play the Tomb Raider series which, as a kid, I loved then in my early teens I moved onto Silent Hill, a franchise which I adore. Back then I just wanted games to scare me or challenge me, I'd never imagined a strong emotional connection with characters of a game. However, here I am writing about why playing The Walking Dead was potentially one of the most emotionally traumatic experiences of my life...
