Ah Nostalgia…you sing to me. You temptress…you tease. I see you there, on Kickstarter.

Return to Dark Tower. You know, Nostalgia, how I whiled away my youth holding the tower, watching its simplistic innards spin like a devilish top. Its images dark until it stops and the Tower horns blow majestic or swing low and despondent.

Days of punching Dorito stained fingers onto your simple, vinyl pad to watch you spin…

Now you’ve returned.

Brought to my dreams by those devils at Restoration Games. Fell demons.

I am a doctor of means. Of standing. How can I waste my days on the tower…but I must. I must claim you. I will have you again Dark Tower.

But don’t tell my wife. She will be jealous of the time we spend together.