Dammit.

I started playing one of those games, thanks to memetic overstimulus from every conceivable direction, seeping into every aspect of my existence (on the internet, anyway).

Isn't that the one thing they tell you not to do, when you're drowning in the sugary quicksand of adorable ghosts that will eat you, conspicuously interesting armpits, retarded snow-child faeries, takin' it easy, stolen things that are precious, and suppositories, is flailing about wildly as you attempt to dodge their sadistic laser barrages, as you will be forced to call the moon and ask the resident drug-dealer for help?

I guess now I'm a fan.