Addiction is typically a negative thing, but I do not care.

    Since Sunday night I have been bedridden (or couch-ridden, depending on the time of day) with a bit of a flu. Tortured with my boredom, I insisted that my little-though-bigger-than-I-brother bring home some sort of Xbox game to keep me occupied. He returned home at 7:30pm with my destiny.

    The game is Fable.

    From the minute he walked in the door through 12:45am I was completely zoned out. I was battling Bandits, slaying Hobbes, taking Quests, and obeying my Guild Master the way a good Hero should. Finally, I went to bed, completely convinced that I was totally obsessed and had become an absolute nerd. Who plays video games for over five hours at a time? Not I.

    Unfortunately, five hours wasn’t going to remain my record. This morning I awoke, feverish. I fed my parrot, switched on the Xbox, slumped onto the couch, and played from 9:30am to 9:00pm. I stopped only for one shower, bathroom breaks, and meals breaks (I paused the game...no way would I shut it off).

    Within the past two days, I, the nature-freak-outside-dweller, have been outside once. This adventure took me down the driveway to the garbage cans to throw something away. Instead of the real wilderness, I have been roaming the virtual forests of Darkwood and Witchwood, the town of Oakvale, and the caves of the Hobbes.

    My love for Fable is so true I can admit this:

    Deprived of sunshine and muscle movement (beside my fingers), I am an absolutely obsessed, entirely fanatical, rabidly insane, compulsive Axe-wielding, Fire-starting, Lighting-summoning, dysfunctional geek.