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Anyone know why?
Anyone know why?
Oh, and congratulations on creating about the first topic in this forum that hasn't been accidently posted about 4 times. :-)
For every 1 hour you play take a 15 minute break.
Now personally I never do that but I also have never had those problems. I think a 15 minute break will stop the game flow, but if your having such problems then you should do that.
It may be related to your blood flow. If you stand up too quickly (after sitting for a while), especially when it's warm (changes how the blood is distributed around your body), it can sometimes cause too little blood to get to your brain, for upto maybe a minute or so.
It's often accompanied by a loss of balance and/or vision.
(Mine was, which is why I know about it)
Unless it's causing you particular problems, there's nothing to worry about. Just maybe take your time getting up, have short breaks to stand up and move about while playing, and I suppose keeping the room a little cooler (open a window) would help too.
However, it may not be this, and it may be more serious. I'd go see a doctor if I were you, better safe...
It is due to the fact like car sickness. You sitting still BUT you are actually moving forward of whatever and this confuses the mind. Same thing with Zelda maybe your playing to the extent where you think Link (you) is actually moving. It happens to me on Prime. It just goes to show how well games now envelope you into its' environment. :P
But only as I realise, once again, that the real world is dull and blurred in comparison.
Then I cry.
And when I've nothing left to cry, I sculpt.
I sculpt figurines from rainbow stone.
I put these in rooms to the right ... my right.
Or rooms to the left ... my left.
Or, occasionally, straight ahead. You can't miss it.
Then I cry some more, until my soul is sore with sadness and my eyes red from the emotional anguish of the real world, real lives, and the difference.
My body in this world, my heart in another.
I shall be ever torn between the two.
Never again whole.
This shell. This empty half-man.
Words cannot descibe my pain.
Farewell, children, farewell.
Scary, but cool.