Stumbling through the sticky floor of an abandoned arcade, letting out a flavorful belch, a substitute for dessert, the crown jewel to an obscenely destructive night. A source of blinking hope calls from a corner. Your red eyes squint as you approach the screen, a blinding rectangle promising to answer all the questions you’ve screamed at yourself for years. You see yourself in these faces that resemble life more than life itself. You read as if you have never read before: “This is Game Disease”