Forgive me, my dear readers, but after playing Enchanted Arms, I don't think I can go back to playing Xbox Live Indie Games. You might've seen this coming, considering how I described the game in my review, with phrases like "one of my new favorite videogames," "I had the freakin' time of my life," and "as he beckoned toward me with his throbbing, engorged, magically possessed right arm, I felt the waves of passion finally overtake me. 'Atsuma!' I cried, not sure if it was in pleasure or in pain. 'Take me! Take me now! Show me now what that arm of yours can really'"–you get the idea.
I received a lot of criticism for my last edition of "Minus the Pudding," in which I alternately defined the word chefoo as "a made-up word," "a missed opportunity," and "a really great Xbox Live Indie Game." This upset a lot of people—especially one reader in particular who e-mailed me several helpful suggestions for where he thought I could stick my chefoo—because none of those definitions are actually correct.