I’ve done this!

May I say…unf at that thought

Lexi’s been playing for months.

Each day, she comes over, plops herself in front of my tv, and picks up the controller. She barely stops playing for meals and sleep.

At first, she was concerned about disturbing me with the sound and fury of the game. The headset was the first accessory, and now I barely notice her game at all.

A couple weeks later, Lexi found that clothing was too restrictive, too uncomfortable for a game that relies on quick reflexes. Week after week, she found her performance improved more with every piece that was shed. Now she’s at peak condition.

She’s gone quite far now. The first levels conditioned her to stimuli, but the deeper levels have altered her preferences, then her beliefs, and now the core of her being. It’s hard to believe now, but there was once a time when games and men were hardly worth the time. Now, they’re all she can think about why she even desires to think at all.

It won’t be long now until she reaches the Boss level. But my dear Lexi won’t ever have to beat that level. In this game, serving the Boss is the only way to win. This turns out to be a win-win for both of us.