It started as such a great evening.
I was out on the town with a copy of Red Dead Redemption and we had just met up with Fallout 3 and his brother, Oblivion. After happily drinking a few Jin and Tonics at the Tekken Bar, we headed back towards our cars. After a few minutes of walking, I realised I'd left my wallet on our table. Berating myself for being so stupid, I told RDR to go on ahead while I ran back.
I never should have taken that shortcut. The alley looked quiet enough but as I got further in, I saw the shadowy shapes leaning against the wall. I froze, and my face went pale.
Shovelware.
I don't remember much after that moment, but I recall a copy of Imagine: Animal Doctor holding me against the wall while Ninjabread Man punched me in the gut and stole my wallet. There were others there too, leering faces which I later remembered to be somewhat similar to Action Girlz Racing.
I'll never forget that night.