She: are you at least taking time to relax? Playing computer games?
Me: Yes, but I got really frustrated. So get this, there is this wife beating horrible drunk alcoholic dude and his wife miscarries – on purpose because she makes a deal with bad witches. He awakens from his drunken stupor and finds his wife gone and the dead fetus, so he buries the dead fetus and now the fetus has risen as a botchling, which is an undead, partially decayed fetus with horrible teeth that feeds on the blood of pregnant women. Now we have to dig its body up, name it, and properly rebury it, so it doesn’t do that anymore. So this alcoholic idiot is trying to carry it to his house while I am defending him from wraiths and they keep killing me.
She: … You know, I liked that other game you were playing with a cute knight that you were romancing so much better…
I love Witcher 3. I love it, I love it, I love it. I am not ashamed.