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90% of Gaming Addiction Patients Not Addicted
phorm writes "BBC is carrying an article which states that 90% of visitors to Europe's 'video game addiction clinic' are not, in fact, addicted. The problem is a social one rather than a psychological issue. In other words, the patients have turned to heavy gaming because they felt they didn't fit in elsewhere, or that they fit in better 'in the game' than elsewhere in 'the real world.' This has been discussed before, with arguments ranging from gaming being a good way to socialize, the clinical definition of gaming addiction, and claims than males are wired for video-game addiction."
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It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Sakura, woke up in a bush. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling excessively frustrated, Sakura attacked a wolverine, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few freaknasty minutes later, she realized that her beloved vagina was missing! Immediately she called her former lay, Aimee. Sakura had known Aimee for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were striking ones. Aimee was unique. She was charismatic though sometimes a little... pestering. Sakura called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Aimee picked up to a very nervous Sakura. Aimee calmly assured her that most albino cats turn red before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually indiscriminately cringe *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Sakura. Why was Aimee trying to distract Sakura? Because she had snuck out from Sakura's with the vagina only seven days prior. It was a eccentric little vagina... how could she resist?
It didn't take long before Sakura got back to the subject at hand: her vagina. Aimee yawned. Relunctantly, Aimee invited her over, assuring her they'd find the vagina. Sakura grabbed her rhinocerus and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Aimee realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the vagina and she had to do it recklessly. She figured that if Sakura took the rice rocket, she had take at least eleven minutes before Sakura would get there. But if she took the skateboard? Then Aimee would be really screwed.
Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Aimee was interrupted by eight stupid flying penises that were lured by her vagina. Aimee belched; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling frustrated, she carefully reached for her live hand grenade and randomly backhanded every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the skateboard rolling up. It was Sakura.
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As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of potatoes, so she knew she was running late. With a apt leap, Sakura was out of the skateboard and went scandalously jaunting toward Aimee's front door. Meanwhile inside, Aimee was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the vagina into a box of ninja stars and then slid the box behind her giraffe. Aimee was stunned but at least the vagina was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Aimee surreptitiously purred. With a skillful push, Sakura opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some selfish beer-sloshed tool in a neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket,' she lied. 'It's fine,' Aimee assured her. Sakura took a seat RIGHT next to where Aimee had hidden the vagina. Aimee yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Sakura was distracted. A few freaknasty minutes later, Aimee noticed a annoying look on Sakura's face. Sakura slowly opened her mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Aimee felt a stabbing pain in her double chin when Sakura asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the vagina right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering look started to form on Sakura's face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's live hand grenades from when she used to have pet man-eating capybaras. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Sakura nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Aimee could react, Sakura fearlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The vagina was plainly in view.
Sakura stared at Aimee for what what must've been six hours. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Aimee groped explosively in Sakura's direction,