Perhaps my new found interest with Call Of Duty developed here. ''Fabulous'', Joel would say. ''You are the worst COD fan ever, you actually started the franchise from reverse?!" It was cold. Mystical. Perhaps my newly turned warmth of the feelings I have ... were all - slipping away. Was it really worth it? There was something quite not right thorough what I have realised. ''Novice'' he claimed. It was misunderstood. My wallet felt lighter after leaving that den of treasure. It had turned warm. Clutching the disc. It had. But was it really that warm? 50 dollars. The sound broke down into my skull. It had to be worth it. No monster offered would have cultivated my chance of standing here ... looking at the powerful misgivings of a simple disc. Addiction towards it was evident. I found myself standing before my computer. How did I get there? I must have wandered. It was unforgivable. I could'nt turn back. "Games are treasures" my friend would chuckle. Alas, he is wrong. What pleasure could I have taken from that game? Plenty. I found myself in a boxed away land - away from stress, away from the terror and clawing of society. ... It was but a game. "A game'' he spoke. And it was. It was just a game.