A Page from the Diary of an HoC Member

Dear Diary,

I did it. I broke down. I abandoned my convictions - the very core of my being - and succumbed to the peer pressure of my so-called friends.

I went to Walmart and forked out 60 bucks for, yes I am sad to say, Burnout Paradise. I just couldn't handle the pressure! I was being mocked, ridiculed and ostracized by those I had once considered my friends.

They laughed.

They mocked.

It was just too much to bear.

I truly believed the game wasn't worth the money. The demo was dull. Pretty, but dull. The game couldn't be much better. I had made my decision. I was going to stand firm and not waste my hard earned money on a mediocre racing game. I decided instead that I would let the gang of them play it out of their system while I did something much more interesting, like learn bayonet fighting skills in Civil War.

But they wouldn't leave me alone! The taunting never stopped! I could hear their mocking laughter in my dreams ...

So I caved. I bought the game. I played it last night and you know what? It is pretty ... but dull. Good for a couple of laughs. Nice crashes. I knew it!

So next time I will not let them beat me down! I will remain strong in my beliefs!

At least I hope so. I am not so sure. How can I be sure, diary?

Why the hell am I asking you? You're a goddamn book!