Other than this, I mean
  • Other than this, I mean

(Disclaimer: There is not now, nor has there ever been any science anywhere near this post. At best, it's an attempt to gauge the general opinion of Portland's sexiest Internet folk. At worst, it's a test to see how many of you want to play Altered Beast.)

Let me paint a scene for you.

You've met someone. A very special someone. Though you'd only gone out a few times you are already annoying your friends by talking about this person constantly. Their hair is awesome, they smell great, their taste in music is so obscure that you're almost sure their favorite band is made up, and as far as you can tell they never poop.

In short, you are deeply smitten.

One night you get a phone call from this theoretical human incarnation of everything wonderful and sexy in the world asking you out for drinks, and the date goes wonderfully. You go back to this person's apartment and the first thing you see when you step into the living room is a home entertainment center packed with gaming consoles representing the last few generations of technology. Next to the TV is a bookshelf with at least 30 games, and a box which you presume contains many more.