As much as I’m trying to control/conquer my game backlog, I find that for most games there exists a certain price at which it’s worth having even if I recognize I may never get to it. So while I try and stare Steam’s sales in the face and firmly declare in my best Arya voice “Not today,” they usually end up getting me anyway, at least a little bit.
Offer me certain games I’ve had my eye on for $5, maybe even $10, and the price of admission is suddenly outweighed by the POSSIBILITY that, on some rainy day in the future, that exact game will be the right scratch for a very specific itch. An imaginary cost threshold whereupon I am willing to gamble the cash against the possibility that I will never end up playing the game. At $50, I’d feel guilty as hell only playing a couple of hours. At $5? I can stomach that.
And so, try as I might, sales like the Steam seasonals remain the constant bane to my backlog efforts.