Not even 24 hours after coming to the glorious realization that I have psychic powers, I have something new and superhero-y to cheer about. We got Crackdown in the office, and my (very limited) social life is now officially screwed. Why would I want to have a face-to-face conversation with another human being when I can sidekick 13 virtual gangsters and raise my strength level to the point of being able to lift and throw city buses? What's the point of going for a walk in the park when I can leap over entire buildings in a single bound? And who has time for fresh air when there are hidden ability orbs to be found? I may be woefully lacking in many areas of human development -- namely social graces, maturity level and hygiene -- but no one will ever be able to say that Blair Herter doesn't have his priorities straight. Recognize.