It's over for me too.
Splinter Cell is like that pretty, curvy girl you used to romp with who became a Goth, covered herself in tatoos and then had 5 kids by 5 different guys. Now I hear she's taken up weightlifting, and is currently doing course of steroids.
She has the same name, but she's not the same girl. And though you'll treasure forever the days where you used to go for long walks in the countryside on a balmy summer's evening, and lie in a wheat field after mammalianshenanigans, and playfully argue about who loved each other the most, you know it's just something that'll never happen again.
Goodbye Splinter Cell. Thanks for good times. No, thanks for the great times. I hope you find what you're looking for. And I thank my lucky stars you never got a chance to give me any unpronouncable diseases.
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