I remember a good friend of mine waiting for years for Fable to be released... heh, he had been waiting for it since before the Xbox released, and before it was called Fable—Project Eco, or something? He was always talking about it: saying how one could witness an acorn grow into an oak; how one could get cut as a child, and have it become a scar with age; how one could leave the wife and kids for a few years, and come back to a broken home; how one’s character could—by player’s decision—be good or evil; and so on.
It was painful to watch him get so excited as the release date drew nearer, only for it to be snatched away with more delays. I must admit that when it was released, I thought he was dreaming (and I had somehow ended up in his dream). Reality was reality, however, and if I recall correctly, he even had to camp outside the store for the game.
Anyway, when he finally got it, he had a few days off school to spend time with the one he longed for, and I found the acceptable. I had to ask him about it when he returned (I did wait for him to tell me all about it, but he was quiet for some reason), he said that the game was pretty cool, but he had already finished it. Whoa! You wait that long for something, and you don’t even try to savor it?
I have not once seen him playing Fable. I have seen his copy, sitting somewhere on his stack of games, but that’s where it stays: lonesome and forgotten. Seems like a waste to me, to wait all that time for a game that only lasts a week.
Funnily enough, he bought Morrowind on a whim one day (said it should satisfy him until Fable was released), and it turned out to be a stronger game in his collection than just about anything!