There’s so much that annoys me about Dragon Age: Origins. The unconvincing character models. The ludicrous blood spatter. The soft-focus shagging. Alistair.
Then again, I have spent most of Christmas playing it. Girlfriend went on holiday on Boxing Day, you see. Lots of time to myself. And with a shelf packed full of ostensibly more palatable offerings – Brutal Legend (still unopened), Assassin’s Creed 2 (just a couple more trophies needed for platinum, but if you think I’m hunting down 100 frigging feathers, even with a map right next to me, you just don’t know me very well), the relentless grind of MW2 multiplayer – why did I go back to Bioware’s flawed, stilted RPG?