Crackhead Willie, already high for the day with pipe in hand, went to see his friend Brian.
“Hey Willie, Skyrim is almost here!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Skyrim! It’s a huge digital world with lush grass, swords and magic and dragons!”
Willie, concerned for his friend’s well-being, peered into his eyes and noted the crazed mania gamers carefully dismiss as “enthusiasm”.
“When is Skyrim going to be here?”
“7 days! It’s just 7 days away!”
Willie realized he was a dinosaur. He looked down at his limp crack pipe, only able to get him high in the present. His friend could get high long before the drug actually entered his system.
“How many people are high on Skyrim right now?”
“Oh Willie, Willie, Willie, Skyrim is completely healthy! Noone gets hurt! It’s not like crack! It’s merely an entirely artificial world that I can get lost in for 200 hours!”
“There are hundreds of thousands of people high on Skyrim right now! Some moderately high, others insanely so.”
“Fuck, man, what the hell am I doing with crack? How long does this high last?”
“A Skyrim high? Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve been high nonstop for the past 6 months. Some people have been high on Skyrim for the past 2 years!”
By this time Willie’s hardened addict-heart had been broken, and with tears gushing from him he hugged his friend in consolation.
“It’s ok, Willie. You can play Skyrim too!”