Back when I was a teenager, I remember racing home to log into World of Warcraft and work on a legendary quest, or dig into Dragon Age: Origins. Now that I’m nearly 30, I have to spend considerably more time on mundane stuff like “dishes” and the occasional bout of depression-over-taxes. I’ve gotten to the point that when a game promises a richly layered experience, with hundreds of hours of gameplay, and an immersive quest system that really sinks you into the world, I weep and wail.