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Dear Son,
The gaming industry, the form of entertainment that I held closest to my heart. Ever since I was a young 'un I was immersed in the games on my master system, it was just a bit of fun, with sonic and crew. But how was I to know, the industry I once trusted, the industry that I have known for a lifetime would become so demanding, they would steal me.
I trusted the industry while spending money on all the latest releases, the new hardware and peripherals. As i grew, it was evident the industry was becoming more demanding of my money and my time.
Just one more go on the Xbox before I go to bed. One go, lasts all night, what had happened? I don't know. The industry was creating something of a rabid fiend within me. I didn't think much of this gesture and continued to play my games, but, almost as if I had to play them, I had no choice. What was I becoming? I was slave to the industry I was once dependant on. Addiction is not the word; it cannot begin to explain how infatuated I was.
I have seen the dark side of the industry, not just the fact that I've played David Beckham Soccer, much worse. They invaded my mind and controlled me. I was to participate more and more with the gaming. But I couldn't, my eyes were bleeding blood and plasma, I was squealing like a boar, but no one could aid, no one could hear me.
I tried to conquer the ogreous monstrosity that was existing inside of me, but my confrontation made the creature stronger, I could feel it bulging in my cranium, as my brain pressed against my internal skull, I feared of what I had been converted into, I couldn't face the malformation that had overgrown inside of me, I could not getaway, I knew this.
I went through days of malnourishment, however the period made it develop stronger, it was out of control. The compulsion of the industry had stolen my soul and was toying with the ruins of my twisted up carcass.
After weeks, I knew I was to expire. My left eye had detonated from the stressfulness of my brain due to the constant tormenting from the inner power; I could scarcely inhale from the fear of what I had developed into. My brain had been converted into something of a tumour built life form, and my life was nothing superior, I had to escape, but I knew I couldn't. As I waved goodbye to my characterless life form, I closed my eyes. I remembered the Aqua level on sonic, and cackled like a ghost - to myself, what was once a bit of enjoyment, became the death of me.
If I were to live yet again, I would not know how to do it, most probably without trust, and to fear anything I became attached to. If I was to exist again, I would fall into a state much worse than the one I had escaped, and I know, I know, what something so minor is capable of.
Don't let this happen to you my son.
Trust only yourself, and live your life exclusive of anything subsequent to my death.
To you my son, I pass on my life, which was once intact. Do not be enticed by anything and take everything by its face value, do not make the same mistakes your father once did, many years ago…
Don't morn my death, but think of it as a lesson. A lesson I was never taught…
Cheers
The gaming industry, the form of entertainment that I held closest to my heart. Ever since I was a young 'un I was immersed in the games on my master system, it was just a bit of fun, with sonic and crew. But how was I to know, the industry I once trusted, the industry that I have known for a lifetime would become so demanding, they would steal me.
I trusted the industry while spending money on all the latest releases, the new hardware and peripherals. As i grew, it was evident the industry was becoming more demanding of my money and my time.
Just one more go on the Xbox before I go to bed. One go, lasts all night, what had happened? I don't know. The industry was creating something of a rabid fiend within me. I didn't think much of this gesture and continued to play my games, but, almost as if I had to play them, I had no choice. What was I becoming? I was slave to the industry I was once dependant on. Addiction is not the word; it cannot begin to explain how infatuated I was.
I have seen the dark side of the industry, not just the fact that I've played David Beckham Soccer, much worse. They invaded my mind and controlled me. I was to participate more and more with the gaming. But I couldn't, my eyes were bleeding blood and plasma, I was squealing like a boar, but no one could aid, no one could hear me.
I tried to conquer the ogreous monstrosity that was existing inside of me, but my confrontation made the creature stronger, I could feel it bulging in my cranium, as my brain pressed against my internal skull, I feared of what I had been converted into, I couldn't face the malformation that had overgrown inside of me, I could not getaway, I knew this.
I went through days of malnourishment, however the period made it develop stronger, it was out of control. The compulsion of the industry had stolen my soul and was toying with the ruins of my twisted up carcass.
After weeks, I knew I was to expire. My left eye had detonated from the stressfulness of my brain due to the constant tormenting from the inner power; I could scarcely inhale from the fear of what I had developed into. My brain had been converted into something of a tumour built life form, and my life was nothing superior, I had to escape, but I knew I couldn't. As I waved goodbye to my characterless life form, I closed my eyes. I remembered the Aqua level on sonic, and cackled like a ghost - to myself, what was once a bit of enjoyment, became the death of me.
If I were to live yet again, I would not know how to do it, most probably without trust, and to fear anything I became attached to. If I was to exist again, I would fall into a state much worse than the one I had escaped, and I know, I know, what something so minor is capable of.
Don't let this happen to you my son.
Trust only yourself, and live your life exclusive of anything subsequent to my death.
To you my son, I pass on my life, which was once intact. Do not be enticed by anything and take everything by its face value, do not make the same mistakes your father once did, many years ago…
Don't morn my death, but think of it as a lesson. A lesson I was never taught…
Cheers
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Dear Son,
The gaming industry, the form of entertainment that I held closest to my heart. Ever since I was a young 'un I was immersed in the games on my master system, it was just a bit of fun, with sonic and crew. But how was I to know, the industry I once trusted, the industry that I have known for a lifetime would become so demanding, they would steal me.
I trusted the industry while spending money on all the latest releases, the new hardware and peripherals. As i grew, it was evident the industry was becoming more demanding of my money and my time.
Just one more go on the Xbox before I go to bed. One go, lasts all night, what had happened? I don't know. The industry was creating something of a rabid fiend within me. I didn't think much of this gesture and continued to play my games, but, almost as if I had to play them, I had no choice. What was I becoming? I was slave to the industry I was once dependant on. Addiction is not the word; it cannot begin to explain how infatuated I was.
I have seen the dark side of the industry, not just the fact that I've played David Beckham Soccer, much worse. They invaded my mind and controlled me. I was to participate more and more with the gaming. But I couldn't, my eyes were bleeding blood and plasma, I was squealing like a boar, but no one could aid, no one could hear me.
I tried to conquer the ogreous monstrosity that was existing inside of me, but my confrontation made the creature stronger, I could feel it bulging in my cranium, as my brain pressed against my internal skull, I feared of what I had been converted into, I couldn't face the malformation that had overgrown inside of me, I could not getaway, I knew this.
I went through days of malnourishment, however the period made it develop stronger, it was out of control. The compulsion of the industry had stolen my soul and was toying with the ruins of my twisted up carcass.
After weeks, I knew I was to expire. My left eye had detonated from the stressfulness of my brain due to the constant tormenting from the inner power; I could scarcely inhale from the fear of what I had developed into. My brain had been converted into something of a tumour built life form, and my life was nothing superior, I had to escape, but I knew I couldn't. As I waved goodbye to my characterless life form, I closed my eyes. I remembered the Aqua level on sonic, and cackled like a ghost - to myself, what was once a bit of enjoyment, became the death of me.
If I were to live yet again, I would not know how to do it, most probably without trust, and to fear anything I became attached to. If I was to exist again, I would fall into a state much worse than the one I had escaped, and I know, I know, what something so minor is capable of.
Don't let this happen to you my son.
Trust only yourself, and live your life exclusive of anything subsequent to my death.
To you my son, I pass on my life, which was once intact. Do not be enticed by anything and take everything by its face value, do not make the same mistakes your father once did, many years ago…
Don't morn my death, but think of it as a lesson. A lesson I was never taught…
Cheers
The gaming industry, the form of entertainment that I held closest to my heart. Ever since I was a young 'un I was immersed in the games on my master system, it was just a bit of fun, with sonic and crew. But how was I to know, the industry I once trusted, the industry that I have known for a lifetime would become so demanding, they would steal me.
I trusted the industry while spending money on all the latest releases, the new hardware and peripherals. As i grew, it was evident the industry was becoming more demanding of my money and my time.
Just one more go on the Xbox before I go to bed. One go, lasts all night, what had happened? I don't know. The industry was creating something of a rabid fiend within me. I didn't think much of this gesture and continued to play my games, but, almost as if I had to play them, I had no choice. What was I becoming? I was slave to the industry I was once dependant on. Addiction is not the word; it cannot begin to explain how infatuated I was.
I have seen the dark side of the industry, not just the fact that I've played David Beckham Soccer, much worse. They invaded my mind and controlled me. I was to participate more and more with the gaming. But I couldn't, my eyes were bleeding blood and plasma, I was squealing like a boar, but no one could aid, no one could hear me.
I tried to conquer the ogreous monstrosity that was existing inside of me, but my confrontation made the creature stronger, I could feel it bulging in my cranium, as my brain pressed against my internal skull, I feared of what I had been converted into, I couldn't face the malformation that had overgrown inside of me, I could not getaway, I knew this.
I went through days of malnourishment, however the period made it develop stronger, it was out of control. The compulsion of the industry had stolen my soul and was toying with the ruins of my twisted up carcass.
After weeks, I knew I was to expire. My left eye had detonated from the stressfulness of my brain due to the constant tormenting from the inner power; I could scarcely inhale from the fear of what I had developed into. My brain had been converted into something of a tumour built life form, and my life was nothing superior, I had to escape, but I knew I couldn't. As I waved goodbye to my characterless life form, I closed my eyes. I remembered the Aqua level on sonic, and cackled like a ghost - to myself, what was once a bit of enjoyment, became the death of me.
If I were to live yet again, I would not know how to do it, most probably without trust, and to fear anything I became attached to. If I was to exist again, I would fall into a state much worse than the one I had escaped, and I know, I know, what something so minor is capable of.
Don't let this happen to you my son.
Trust only yourself, and live your life exclusive of anything subsequent to my death.
To you my son, I pass on my life, which was once intact. Do not be enticed by anything and take everything by its face value, do not make the same mistakes your father once did, many years ago…
Don't morn my death, but think of it as a lesson. A lesson I was never taught…
Cheers
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