Sunday, December 7, 2003



Tia: “Hi, my name is Tia and I’m addicted to video games.” All: “Hi, Tia.”

This is not the first time that I’ve been addicted to a video game. But this is the most severe it has ever been. I bought Need for Speed: Underground three weeks ago. I was getting my hair done and minute the commercial came on I was hooked. I was going to go buy it that day but it didn’t come out until the following Tueday. Best believe, I was in the store on Tuesday shelling out my hard earned dough for the game. But as life would have it, I had to go out of town and thus was unable to take my first hit of the game. I was still so innocent. Anyway, a week later I finally cracked the seal and inserted the disc. It was the beginning of the end. Upon the initial inspection the game appears no different from the rest. You race, you win, you get points. THEN you go underground (Hence the title “Need for Speed: UNDERGROUND”) That’s when the addiction begins. Basically, you race and win and you’re given the chance to pick a car that for all intents and purposes is crap. (The chick announcer affirms that your car is junk. “Dude, your car is weak.”) Here’s the thing, the more you race, the more points you earn. And the longer you race (and win) the more upgrades you earn. As you add upgrades to your car, your reputation increases which subsequently increases your style points. I know that I’ve probably lost most of our female readers by now, but oh well.

Anyway, I am sooooooo hooked. My car is so tricked out. I have multi-color tears. I have brake kits. I have weight reduction kits. I have neon under body lights. I have NoS. My car is so SWEET. My virtual car is even on the cover of 6 virtual magazines. I’m a little worried though. The more I play the more I want to play. And it doesn’t help that I successfully talked my favorite boy friend (as in friend who is a boy, not BOYFRIEND) into buying the game. He is now hooked and we spent AT LEAST 4 hours on the phone together playing. (Thank God for free weekends.) I used to wonder how I my brother could sit for hours playing video games. Now I know. It’s a disease. I’m really beginning to think that there are subliminal messages in the game. There is no reason that I should be this wrapped up in the virtual world.

Okay I must say that I’m going to make someone an awesome girlfriend/wife/mother one day. I play video games with reckless abandon. I love sports (GO DUKE BLUE DEVILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) And I know that when in doubt, a gift card to Best Buy, Circuit City, or any other electronics store is always a great guy gift.

Everything in me wants to go back downstairs and play. But I have to leave the house or I’m going to start growing roots. If you don’t hear from me for a while you can find me smokin’ Takashi, TJ and B-dog in the fast and the furious world of Underground racing.

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