Well, I reckon it’s official - I’m hooked on Borderlands.

I only started on the weekend and it already feels like it’s consumed a small portion of my soul. I haven’t felt this kind of hit in a long time. It’s been this long since I’ve felt this kind of dizzying high. I’m chasing the dragon here, coming back time and time again to try and top that last weapon I’ve found, to see those tiny little green arrows on the weapon stats boxes.

It’s worrying that I played so much during that time. Normally I can exercise some self-restraint. I play for a few hours and usually call it a day. But this game…it made me lose track of time. What I thought to be an hour rapidly degenerated into 6. Day turned to night without me noticing. Meals were left uneaten.

And then I played co-op.

I understand now why addicts tend to congregate together. They feel comfortable in each other’s company, subconsciously accepting what they’re collectively going through.

We trudged mindlessly through the levels, swapping weapons, sharing health, saving ammunition for others, giving out small squeals of joy as we dinged. Minutes became hours. We didn’t care. Even when they left I continued on alone, lost in my addiction, blindly moving forward.

I’m a little concerned. Perhaps some cold turkey is in order.