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Somewhere in the middle of July, it will be 10 years since I first became interested in computer and video games. When the total amount of time spent in another reality exceeds several years, you begin to look at the world through different eyes.
In a world full of filth, defiled by the waste products of humans and other "higher order" organisms, by the moral decay of society, and the stench of individual thoughts, there is an island of happiness—a small atoll of joy surrounded by an ocean of unimaginable pleasure—computer and video games. They are truly living creatures; they can replace almost everything.
Games are a world of dreams, long forgotten but not lost, stored deep within the heart (soul). Without games, we begin to grow callous and old in this monotonous life.
Who else is interested in games, for how long, and what has it given them? Do they regret the time spent on them?
In a world full of filth, defiled by the waste products of humans and other "higher order" organisms, by the moral decay of society, and the stench of individual thoughts, there is an island of happiness—a small atoll of joy surrounded by an ocean of unimaginable pleasure—computer and video games. They are truly living creatures; they can replace almost everything.
Games are a world of dreams, long forgotten but not lost, stored deep within the heart (soul). Without games, we begin to grow callous and old in this monotonous life.
Who else is interested in games, for how long, and what has it given them? Do they regret the time spent on them?