It was Christmas day. My sister woke me up. I felt like crap because I stayed up til 3am playing Diablo 2. I slugged into the kitchen area where my family was patiently awaiting my arrival. My hair stuck up, I had bags under my eyes, and I was wearing some boxer shorts with a blanket wrapped around me. Thankfully, my attitude was gratiful for the feast that lay before me. After saying thank you and finishing the eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and biscuits, we headed for the christmas presents. Family tradition is to take the old video camera and photo camera out to document the festive day. I still looked like hell and didn't really have the energy to put some clothes on. My blanket acted as cover. After all the presents, after all the trash was slung around the tree, I needed my early hit.--Diablo 2. Even on video tape, I look anxious and ready to get back to my favorite past-time.
I always wondered why that game controlled me for nearly two years. There were only four acts-then five with the expansion. You couldn't ride a mount, own a house, or customize your character besides gear--yet, this simple game wouldn't let me go. I eventually broke the disc in half, then bought the game again, then broke the disc again, ect. I have around 3-4 copies of Diablo 2 and the expansion because of how many times I broke the disc on purpose. WHY?!
My answer is simple: I'm addicted to computer games. I've played dozens of these virtual worlds since and each time, the immersion gets better and better. I was 15 then, now I'm 21. I can control my behavior now, thankfully, but it illistrates a dangerous time in my hobby which I call MMORPGs.
(I know-Diablo 2 isn't an MMORPG)