My impression? Oh, but that is soooo easy. I can sum it up in one word - DESTITUTION! Yes, destitution! That is what I face. That is the curse you have placed on my hapless being. Release after release, product after product and each whispering, "buy me, buy me!" Yet, do you stay your hand? Nay! My cats go hungry, my landlord grows angry. And, still, with merciless persistence, you churn out irresistable gems. With no care that I no longer have time to sleep, with no tinge of conscience that I must work endless hours of overtime, with no mercy at my plight, you continue to bury me under the architectures of time and history. Drowning in my need, floundering in my desire. Still you go on, never resting, never hesitating. You are my bane and will be my doom. DESTITUTION, what other impression could there be? Tearfully, shadowblade