I’m realizing more and more what attracts me to gaming even after I became disenchanted with nearly every single aspect of the community I used to treasure.

Every time I see an open door, I have to close it. The same goes for cupboards, and lids of things, and generally anything that can be closed. I also need to turn off things that are not in use. The reason? I am paranoid. The monsters can get through open doors and unused electronics left to their own devices, you see. Every time I walk into the bathroom and see the shower curtain drawn, concealing whatever foul sword-wielding demons may be waiting for me in yonder bathtub, I experience all manner of terrible fears. Swallowing my trepidation, I reach out, and, DRAW THE CURTAIN ASIDE! Only to find that there are no ninjas, no Cthulu, no Sin-Spawn in the bathtub yet again, for the kajillionth consecutive time. And yet this always somehow surprises me.

I think it’s only natural that I should enjoy a pastime whose primary precept is “Everything wants to kill you, but you have a Very Large Gun.” In real life, it’s basically the same, only I don’t have any guns.