The prices we pay for the games we choose.

How in the hell am I supposed to stay concentrated on my quest for the Dark-Side when there are these?

Shiny fucking light boxes that make cool sounds and bombard me with an array of magical color combinations with GAMES, like this one...

And these games do NOTHING but continually engage my attention and offer me small doses of my own endorphins when I accomplish meaningless goals that it arbitrarily creates to encourage FURTHER investments of time and opportunities to fork over hard earned CASH!

How... and I mean HOW in the hell is someone with a minimal interest in wasting time while waiting for a friend or doing laundry supposed to not ruin their weekend by pouring hour after hour into this little machine if they have at least the slightest bit of an addictive personality??

What am I supposed to do???!??!?! Give it away?!?! Delete the games? I've already tried that once and it pulls me back in.

... Maybe I can use this force for good.

... There has to be an app for that...
And I'll waste more time on my phone looking for it?!?!


No but seriously, this shit is out of control.
It takes 12 hours for a new monster to be bred, and then 12 more hours for it to incubate in that damn game.
And at this rate, I'll be lucky if I last through tomorrow before pawning off my first born child for "50,000 Diamonds!"

WTF!!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again... Sometimes it feels like video games are destroying my soul.
It's like those addicts you see on TV.
They have a diagnosis for that now you know? Video Game Addiction.
You're literally addicted to your own endorphins.
None of my immediate family members are immune.
We all pay the price.