You're online, 6pm, time to meet the chicks. But you decide to cum on the forum. Entering it, you realize that all you have is your brain, and your brain is not you.
Eventually, you come to a point where you notice you love games, you love playing, you love fun, but you aren't a gamer.
You wake up, as from a haze. Controller in your hand, you were playing Assassin's Creed. But the smoke was lifted. The controller flies off your hand and flies into the darkness of the land. The only thought you can muster is "Where is ioi???". Crickets whistle. Deer pant. Children play. It's at that moment that you realize "I am not a gamer."
But the accolades of all them men of the Chartz, all the foolz and charlatans tell you "Yes! Alas, you are a gamer". And to their dismay, your thoughts tell you otherwise. "Thou shalt not Gayme". That is the sudden autority of the land. It's as if you felt dirty, for of a sudden the sun begins to fade in the distance.
Have you ever had a boner? This is the feeling of the boner, with the greatness of the sea. And the mountains break forth from the fields to scare the birds into the realm of your soul. Your heart says yes, but your heart says no, and you are left with no reason to fall.
There comes a time in a man's life where they say "Enough is enough". I have fought the battles of yore, the battle of yonder, and I will fight to peace forever. I will find peace to give me the truth forever, that I shall forever perish in the arms of love. Have you perished in the arms of love?
I beseech you, oh soul of time. Cast thou ocarina into the heavens, and see what comes forth, for Ganondorf awaits you....
Ganondorf awaits you. Ahahahah hahaha hahaha, ahahahahahahahahahaha" laughs the demon. What shall you do, I believe you shall downward thrust his face back to heaven, or back to hell? The choice is yours, as a fable of the realms, a timeless oak of a story that is up to you, the player.
Fable 1, fable 2, fable 3, fable journey, and now it's up to you. Will you fall for it again? Will you be a slave of corruption? Will you swallow the -pill of sequelitis until you are wrought with death? Viva Pinata, viva la vita, just dance and YEA Active yalllz you righteous folks of yonder. You shall live in hetherness of lore for all time. Until the times show you a better light, one of newipees. It is a revelation you have never found, but the market tells you a story you do not know. It tells you that people are making money, money money money on the backs of fools. MMO, mm hoe, you know, you know youknow that these people make these games to get you hooked, and hooked you are.
Yes, ,today a korean man died of gamernessesness. He died after staying in front of a computer for 89 hours. His feet smelled like monterey and his balls like Hickory. But it was not enough. Now his back had to be castrated and his brain needed to explode. It's no wonder a man from the west died with a mountain of pizza boxes besides him. What shall you do? Play Skyrim, you will play forever.
I lose, you lose. Great, it's a lose-lose situation, and in the end, you are not a gamer, you say you are one, but you are not.
