Transcendent power governs our every thought, and refreshens our senses of quick recall, and our intuition of who we should ally ourselves with. It is games that provide us with the sweet fruition of all of our hard work; where there is fate, created by man's will, for no creature greater than man created video games. Our actions are solitaire and unmoving by any sort of upset. Nothing stops the power of the most hardy players, and those who seek it are filled with the adrenaline of competition, and strive their best to achieve a stale victory over the elusive victor; but stale it is, and one leader is only usurped by another, one so falsely bold, thinking that more than the fleeting joy of a success is in store for him. The crown he wears lays heavily upon him though, as he drives himself into the cold gloom of unnatural competition; to the quasi-ethereal glow of the monitor, he waits for his aspirations to become fulfilled, to see the day when his goals of triumph are restored, and his hard work has well been paid for. But long grows dormant, the player we all know. He will, like we suspect, abandon his fixation, as it will loosen it's grip on him. His priorities change, and he eventually understands that life is worth more than a couple of cheers and jeers among an artificial communication.
Or it's because the graphics OWN!
