The Backlog Swamp: Virginia

In which one brave writer wades into the thick, swampy waters of his backlog and plays a random game from it for an hour or two. Probably with little-to-no prior knowledge of said game, because he’s forgotten why he bought it.

I got the gist of what was happening, but I barely understood what the hell was going on in Virginia. Apparently, that’s by design. Or I’m just stupid. It could be a mixture of the two. It isn’t though.

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