Sacred Haven of Debauchery

It's much more unpleasant for a schoolboy to be told to give up.

So don't give up. Nothing prevents you from developing.

When entering Moria, do you whisper "friend" in Elvish? Do you remember that stone and metal protect against the Threads? Do you remember to shout "NIGHT WATCH" while holding a charged amulet and a desert eagle in front?

This is nonsense! Dreams, illusions that have nothing to do with life, just like the person who indulges in them. It's a mistake of nature, so to speak. For example, Dzhangirov has a free verse poem, in which there are lines similar to what you're talking about:
To go crazy is
like falling off a train,

hearing the swift scent of lilacs
at a quiet, deserted station.
Here, it's clear that the author is talking about an altered state of consciousness; those who have experienced it know. But what about you? It's a fantasy process that has nothing to do with life! It's like comparing masturbation to a woman lying next to you. In one case, it's a disease; in the other, it's life.

"The logic of life is based on life and death; wasting time on games under these conditions is illogical."
"Although, I don't know how it is for you; maybe you come home in a suit of armor because Heroes 5 is still going on."
"They are not remembered because they are bad, but because you didn't play in a way that would prevent you from losing."

What is the absurdity?