The fact that people are spending so much time in games doing something menial they could be actually doing in real life, bothers me terribly.

I mean, wasting hundreds of hours in a game isn’t healthy at all, but I completely understand why you’d want to be a super elf, or explorer Big Boobassa, or a magic plumber escaped from the drudgery of the poo, or any of the others. But, not cleaning your room so you can play “Clean Your Room”, in which you are a regular human and it takes just as long to clean but in the end you still have a baseball hat full of cream cheese under your bed in the real world, speaks to a mind and society of eldrich horrors withering souls to tiny raisins and collecting them like candy for aeternal snacking.

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