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You flail around wildly when someone's talking to you, waiting for dialogue options to appear.
You try to find the options menu so you can reload after you do something stupid.
You do something stupid expecting to be able to reload.
You can recite the names, stats, and descriptions of every weapon.
You can't understand why you can never seem to find the edge of the area you're in.
You always fight the same exact way (swing... swing... swing... swing... swing...).
You expect all dead people to be as... energetic... as that guy's uncle (or was it some other relative?) in the Athkatla Graveyard.
You wonder why nothing happens when you wave your hands around and say, "Vita Mortic Caraero."
You don't go into caves for fear of drow.
You try to find the Special Abilities button when you get very angry so that you can use Berserk.
Hmm...
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