The existential crisis of modern gaming: you've got 128GB of storage, 127GB of games you love, and a new 60GB title you desperately want to play. Suddenly you're Negan from The Walking Dead, forcing yourself to choose which beloved digital child gets sacrificed to the storage gods. "But I might play it again someday!" you whisper, as you reluctantly hover over the uninstall button for that RPG you haven't touched in 18 months. The psychological warfare between attachment and practicality is more brutal than any boss fight.