|Matty wonders if the other cafe patrons have been put off their feed now...|
Creepy, for real. Really, really creepy:
Corpse Sits in Gamer Cafe for 9 Hours
Be warned, it is a sad tale of mental illness and addiction. Since the dawn of time, I have a theory that humans (and their evolutionary tracts/off-shoots) have found something to be addicted to, but I wonder if the nature of addictions has changed or is altered by culture and circumstances. In other words, if you were afraid that a saber-tooth tiger was going to eat your baby, did you have the "luxury" of a recreational pastime, and potentially taking that recreation too far?
In a hidden corner of Desolace, there is a dusty road with walking skeletons and necromancers. Bodies of arcane addicts are strewn along the path, with the occasional busy spider.
My heart goes out to that young man, truly. I have no words, and believe none are really necessary because the cautionary tale is in the essence of sharing the information.
I'll just think about it when I'm going on a walk today, and the umpteen other things I do in my precious 24-hours.
*my sense of puns overcame my sense of decorum; apologies.