Dear You,

Geometry Wars 2 was shaping up to become one of my favourite games of the year. It was a pleasure, something I enjoyed and loved, a source of eternal happiness. Once i'd gotten to grips with the new game modes and ideas I immediately set about beating your score and the others' as well. It was fun, destroying your records, and virtually mocking you, laughing at you behind your back, smiling, with the biggest grin on my face. My ego was fucking huge. But you knew that, and you didn't like it, did you? You weren't going to take my taunts much longer- I should've known you'd snap eventually. You had to turn the tables eventually.

But you've ruined the game, and you've taken it far too seriously. You forget that the game is all about having fun, shooting irregular abstract shapes and nothing more. Relaxing, and playing to enjoy, not get revenge and develop rivalries. It is with bad news that I regret to inform you that despite my best efforts, I simply cannot beat your score of 84 million. I've tried, until my ears have popped and I can't see anything other than shapes, floating, dancing before my eyes, even when i'm not playing. I think, I dream, I fear that dancing pink square, and for now, the game is over. You've changed the rules of the game, and this is a battle I don't want to be in anymore, i'm sorry. You've won, and despite a few more goes down the line, I am not planning to beat your score anytime soon. You win mister, and I hope you're glad- please try to restrain yourself from taunting and boasting at any available opportunity, i'm sorry I provoked you, now please leave me alone.

Yours disheartedly,

Me.