I cannot escape Dragon Age

 …Or is it that Dragon Age cannot escape me? 

I’ve been proud of myself. I haven’t ventured out and bought unnecessary videogame paraphernalia in a while, which as sad as it makes me to admit it, is a good thing. I have trips coming up, plentiful games, yadda yadda yadda. However. HOWEVER. I will note that those reasons didn’t stop me from buying the Collector’s Edition of Arkham City and Uncharted 3. Those purchases were completely and 100% necessary. I will fight anyone who says otherwise. 

Ahem. 

Like I was saying, either I cannot escape Dragon Age or Dragon Age cannot escape me. I’m going to assume it’s the latter, seeing as it’s usually ME that stalks Bioware’s store for the latest and greatest DA trinkets. That being said, I’m holding out an open invitation to Dragon Age: Stalk me. Stalk me good and hard. I will not mind if you lurk outside in my bushes and watch me sleep. 

Okay, getting to the point—the thing below is a thing that exists and there is absolutely no way I can ignore it.

 I need and want this in my woman cave. I want to perch it upon my shelf where I can gaze at it for extended periods of time.

 <3.