Inertial Drift: Sunset Prologue – How a Racing Game Became My Personal Nightmare

I never thought a racing game would haunt me. I’ve always been someone who enjoys games for their escapism—the thrill of a well-crafted world, the joy of mastering a challenge. *Inertial Drift: Sunset Prologue* seemed like the kind of game I could lose myself in, a fast-paced, drifting racer with a unique twist. But what started as a fun diversion soon became a source of stress, anxiety, and overwhelming dread.

At first, *Inertial Drift* had everything I was looking for—a visually stunning world, fast cars, and intricate controls that promised a rewarding experience for anyone who put in the effort. I was drawn to the game’s premise: drifting through neon-lit streets, perfecting tight turns, and feeling the rush of speed. The unique “twin-stick” controls, which allowed independent control of each car’s front and rear axles, intrigued me. It was challenging, sure, but I was always up for a challenge.

I started playing with excitement, believing this would be a great way to unwind after a long day. The first few races went well enough. I had some initial difficulty mastering the controls, but that was to be expected. I made mistakes, crashed into walls, and struggled to keep up with the other racers, but it felt like a game where I could improve. I could see myself getting better, pushing through the learning curve and eventually mastering the tracks. But what should have been a healthy pursuit of improvement began to spiral into something darker.

As I progressed through the game, something started to shift. The tracks became more complex, the racing more intense. I began to feel a growing pressure to do better—to perfect my skills and race faster, more fluidly. The problem wasn’t the game itself, it was how my brain began to fixate on it. The constant feeling of not being good enough, of always falling short of my own expectations, began to bleed into my daily life. I would spend hours trying to nail a perfect drift, only to crash at the last second, or fail to take a turn just right. The more I played, the more I felt like a failure.

The frustration I felt in-game started to seep out into my real life. I became irritable, snapping at people over small things. It felt like no matter how much I practiced, I couldn’t improve fast enough. Every race that ended in failure felt like a personal defeat, reinforcing this growing belief that I was never good enough—not just at *Inertial Drift*, but at anything.

One day, I reached a particularly difficult track in *Sunset Prologue*, a bonus section that required perfect execution. I remember feeling my heart race as the timer counted down. The controls felt off, and no matter how many times I tried to master the perfect drift, I ended up off-track, smashing into walls. The pressure to perform was overwhelming. The other racers were relentless, always getting ahead no matter how hard I tried. I spent hours trying to beat that one level, only to end in failure each time.

And that was when it happened: something inside me snapped.

The emotional toll of constantly failing, combined with the self-imposed pressure to be perfect, overwhelmed me. Instead of feeling satisfaction from my persistence, I started to feel dread. The thought of playing *Inertial Drift* no longer felt like fun—it felt like a task. A burden. I would log in, see the tracks, and immediately feel my heart sink. The game wasn’t an escape anymore—it was a constant reminder of my inadequacy. The hours I spent trying to master the mechanics turned into frustration, anger, and self-loathing.

I began to dread every time I booted the game up. The neon lights and vibrant tracks that once seemed beautiful now felt oppressive, like a symbol of my failure. The cheerful soundtrack, once energizing, started to grate on my nerves. I couldn’t escape the feeling of not being enough. The game became a mirror of my own self-doubt. No matter how much I practiced, I never felt like I was getting any better. It was like running in circles, forever chasing a goal that was always just out of reach.

My sleep patterns started to change. I would stay up late, obsessively trying to improve, only to wake up exhausted and defeated the next day. I began to withdraw from everything around me, including friends, family, and even work. The weight of my frustration with the game mixed with my growing depression made it harder to get out of bed in the mornings. I could no longer find joy in anything. It was like the game’s relentless pursuit of perfection had become my own. Every mistake in *Inertial Drift* echoed a deeper, more painful feeling of failure in my own life.

The physical toll was just as bad. My hands would cramp from holding the controller so tightly for hours on end. The stress manifested in headaches and muscle tension. Even when I wasn’t playing, I would replay the failed tracks in my mind, over and over again, as though my brain couldn’t let go of the disappointment.

The trauma didn’t stop at just the game—it started to haunt my everyday life. I would be at work, trying to concentrate on tasks, and my mind would drift back to the game. I would picture the narrow turns I failed to execute, the perfect lap I couldn’t quite manage, and I would feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. The more I played, the more trapped I felt. The game had become a symbol of my inner turmoil. Every time I made a mistake in-game, I felt like I was making a mistake in my own life. I felt like I wasn’t moving forward—like I was stuck, unable to escape the cycle of self-doubt and failure.

In a desperate attempt to regain control, I decided to stop playing for a while. I uninstalled the game, thinking that some time away from it would help me clear my head. But the damage had already been done. The game’s pressure, the constant need to perform, had become ingrained in me. Even without the game, I felt like I was failing in every aspect of my life. I became hyper-aware of every little mistake I made, whether at work or in social situations. My self-worth, which had once been fragile but manageable, crumbled entirely. The trauma from *Inertial Drift* and the hours I’d spent obsessing over it had left an indelible mark on my mental state.

Even now, when I think about the game, a wave of anxiety hits me. The memories of those long hours spent chasing perfection still linger, and they bring with them feelings of helplessness and frustration. What should have been a fun, lighthearted racing game turned into a symbol of my inability to cope with failure, a constant reminder that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be good enough.

I tried talking to friends about it, but I felt like I couldn’t explain the depth of the effect the game had on me. They didn’t understand why something as trivial as a racing game could have such a powerful impact on my mental health. They’d tell me to just “take a break” or “don’t worry about it,” but for me, it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t just a game—it had become a mirror of everything I feared about myself.

It’s strange to think about now, how a game meant to be fun, to bring joy and excitement, turned into something that hurt me so deeply. *Inertial Drift: Sunset Prologue* didn’t just give me trauma—it intensified the darkness I had already been struggling with. The pressure to perform, to be perfect, became a cruel reflection of my inner world, where I felt like I was always failing, always falling short of my own expectations.

I’m still trying to recover from the impact it had on me. I’m slowly learning to be kinder to myself, to let go of the unrealistic standards I set. But the memories of those hours spent chasing perfection in a game I once loved will always be with me, reminding me of how something as simple as a video game can become a battleground for your mental health.

This game brings the art of drifting to life with thrilling precision and style. The mechanics are designed to reward skillful drifts, making every corner an opportunity to showcase your technique.

Visually, the game impresses with detailed cars, atmospheric tracks, and dynamic effects like smoke trails that make your drifts feel impactful.

The customization options are a highlight, allowing players to tweak their vehicles for both performance and style.

Overall, it is a must-play for anyone who loves the thrill of drifting!