when bryson came home from school and finished his homework, he said, "can i play seminary?" now, if a game called seminary existed, i would probably not let him play it. "so if my guy quotes revelations right and molests another three kids, he goes to the catholic priest level." bryson meant, of course, mercenaries. and since it only involved mindless violence, i said, "you bet bud." when i left the room, his soldier had commandeered a hummer (or at least a vehicle that looked like a hummer, saving the video game makes about $1.2 million in licensing fees) and was driving recklessly through the camp. i let him play about 20 minutes and then told him get outside. "but daddy, let me just run over this guy." no, outside now." "ok, let me just drive over the cliff and blow up." now i am not sure what was more disturbing, the fact my son plays a game solely to run people over or do drive off cliffs to blow up, or the fact i understood his requests and would have been fine with either and that my decision to boot him off the game related only to time.