Recent reviews by The Niggler

This game, where do I even begin.

At first, you might be inclined to think it's like your every day fighter game; a fierce battle against a worthy opponent; Where the losses are just a learning experience, and the wins an exhilarating rush of dopamine and serotonin. But this, my friends, is nothing more then a lie and a facade.

There is no pleasure in this game, and there is certainly no winning; sure, you might of defeated your opponent, and for an infinitesimally small amount of time you might of felt something, but this moment is only fleeting, leaving you an empty husk of resentment and anger.

I beg of you, the reader, to please heed my warning, there is nothing waiting for you in this game, only an endless spiral of climbing just to get dragged back down.

The numbers... Oh god the numbers.
My people, Heed my warning, once you start, there's no going back.

Every other facet of your life becomes meaningless, any and all responsibilities are completely overshadowed by your insatiable desire to produce more antimatter.

It started out small, I would just play this game to pass the time, I would forget small things like picking my son up from soccer practice, or taking the trash out... If only I had stopped there.
Once you infinity, it's like your brain starts to subtly rewire itself, CRAVING BIGGER NUMBERS, even if you think you have played enough, you get this feeling in the back of your neck that tells you to keep going.

Then the problems started to gradually get worse, I forgot my wife's wedding anniversary, which left her absolutely distraught, I profusely apologised and told her it would never happen again... oh how ignorant I was. I started slowing down on the game, but as the days went by, my compulsion to play only grew, I was getting frustrated, angry even, and would start to take this rage out on my colleagues at work, I realised I couldn't go on like this, and so I vowed to never touch the game again...

or so I thought

I just couldn't take it anymore, I screamed at my boss, calling him every profanity the English language had to offer, he didn't get me, none of them did. I was soon Fired. As I returned home that day, I didn't dare tell my wife about what happened, and I relapsed. Hopping right back on this cursed game.

Days went by, and after 4 sleepless nights my wife came up to me and asked why I hadn't been at work, but I could tell that she knew exactly why, as she gazed upon my dishevelled form. Countless arguments ensued, and after it all, my love for this game prevailed.

She left me and took the kids, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was seeing my eternities rise, and the overwhelming mass of antimatter I had collected.

Now here I stand, no longer a man, merely a machine perfectly crafted for forging antimatter. I no longer need the mortal provisions necessary to survive, food and water are inconsequential for me survival. As long as my antimatter is rising, I'll be fine.

You have been warned.