I can honestly say that I've been asked a million times, by my mother, why I play games. And I normally just shrug and say "its a hobby." But that's a lie because when I'm in game, I don't have to look at my mother's ugly face. That is what I told her last week, before ordering her to make me something to eat. She replied, "it's human nature to eat, but you can do this as Kirby or Yoshi. You don't need food."
I said, "you spend an entire salary to pay the mortgage bills, and I can't help but laugh. I've single handedly built several cities in Sim City 3, but before I could do that I had to build several mansions in the Sims." She didn't say anything-she just left. Five minutes later her boyfriend kicked me out of the house. But, it's not all bad news: I'm no longer an eternal virgin. The homeless men at fuck dumpster made sure of that.
I have my own reality grasped between my hands--and by reality I mean two hairy balls I'm forced to fondle as I choke on a cock.
I can rewind time, I can rewind time, I can't.
I am locked in a chamber.