I first realized this about a year ago when I felt the need, NO! the urge to play at least once a day. Which became twice a day, then hours a day, then whole entire days into next days and so on my addiction progressed slowly tightening it's grasp. Blinded by what seemed to be flashes of leaderboard positions and #1 replays my mind started to lock my conscious thought into a constant memorization of inputs and the pursuit of perfection.
Have you ever had a dream about a game? How bout a nightmare? I tried to give it up and stop playing, but one cold night as I lay asleep 4 second beeps began to repeat. The sound of the motor, dynamite hits the floor, I do a quick bunny hop the pendulum misses once more. Back flip and go forward never releasing the gas. Oh here comes, the TIRES they're are such a pain in the A**! I bounce from the second down to the ground, then up 2 and over and up to the pipes. I keep it real tight no need for the brakes, so close to the record, interrupted by shakes. I lean forward, then backward and bounce from the beam, MISS, MISS, @#$# @%$^ #@$%!!!!!!!!!!!! That last hammer's so MEAN!. 41 seconds rips me awake, I think to myself 41 seconds not possible, that's fake. I begin playing trials and so it was fate. So that's my addiction Trials HD, but the truth is I came here for the leaderboards to see where I'd be.
-CypherDextrous-