Most Addictive moments.

We gamers are a meticulously psychotic bunch. In a good way, of course, but that's not to say that we're not chock full of neurotic little compulsions that plague nearly every game we play. Here's a collection of some of our most common videogame obsessions. So how many of them are you guilty of?

So grab a pen and pad and keep score of how many of these you're guilty of. We'll even let you compare your score to some of our most obsessive IGN editors, just so you don't feel so bad about yourself.



Can't you just, you know, walk through that Mega Man boss door like a respectful house guest? You have to jump, you say? Are you that excited to get your ass kicked by some kitchen appliance turned deadly robot? Well, OK, if you must, jump, jump, jump!



So, you have a full clip of ammo in a first person shooter. Should be good enough, right? Nope, because there's another full clip of ammo sitting right there on the floor. But since your clip is full, you can't pick it up. That's where you find yourself firing off a single round so that you can pick it up. But why? Because you can't just leave it there on the floor. Somebody else might grab it.



You know how you make the lifts in Halo come to you quicker? You randomly and haphazardly melee attack the nearest wall in front of you repeatedly until it arrives. Oh wait, that's a total lie and you only do that because of some bizarre yet totally understandable obsession.



You know those Metroid doors will open eventually, right? Shooting them over and over again while you wait for them to let you through won't make them open any faster. Have some damn patience!



Sometimes you can figure out within the first few seconds of a heated racing game that things just aren't going to pan out for you. Are you that much of a doubtful perfectionist that you're positive that you won't be able to turn things around during the next lap? Who cares? Just restart the damn thing to be sure, right?

Lolita-Manga is 'Child Abuse' ??

A manga translator has been convicted of possessing child pornography after police apparently uncovered his stash of loli manga.

The man had acquired 51 pictures deemed offensive by Swedish police (although apparently there were only in the region of 30 pictures, with police counting backup images twice), in order to “stay up to date with the latest developments in the Japanese comic genre” – an excuse which was probably connected to one of the two allowable defences for having the images.

Swedish law considers drawings involving underage participants in sexual situations to constitute child pornography, with police allowing an exception for people drawing their own pictures, as long as they do not show them to anyone.

This leads to the bizarre reasoning that showing an offending drawing to someone constitutes “a criminal case of child abuse” against a fictional child or children in general, whilst those keeping their pictures to themselves have not committed any fictional child rape at all.

Textual accounts of underage sexual activity, such as Nabokov’s literary classic Lolita, are “not yet” covered by the law – although, based on their logic, reading this book constitutes a criminal act of child abuse.

Another allowable defence is that the drawings were being used for “research” – this appears to have been used in this case, although it seems to have failed dismally.

His purpose for having the images aside, he was found guilty but received only a fine and probation. An appeal is planned.

A Swedish source contacting Sankaku Complex describes the man as a well-known manga translator in Sweden, and apparently by his own admission the man was engaged in a battle with his ex-partner for custody of his infant daughter after the mother moved away, taking the child with her – he claims he was falsely accused of child abuse by the mother so she could secure full custody.

Police investigating could find no evidence of abuse and the charges were dismissed, but a subsequent accusation persuaded police to search his residence, where they found his manga collection – including images of such characters as Asuka, which prosecutors considered to look too young.

No evidence of child abuse was ever found, but police decided to charge him with possession of child pornography on the basis of the manga they found.

As he points out “if you are going to draw any naked cartoon characters, be sure they have big breasts or your drawing might be illegal!”

Unsurprisingly, the trial sparked the usual debate with regards to freedom of speech, with some voices of reason amongst the usual rabble-rousing histrionics – his lawyer for one:

“It goes against all common sense. These are just drawings; no children have been harmed.”

Even a tabloid newspaper is sympathetic:

“However unpleasant and nasty a work of fiction might be, and whatever one thinks about Japanese porn involving cartoon children, there is actually no victim here. The children in the… man’s manga comics were not molested since they were characters in a comic.”

It seems the rights of fictional children may soon trump the rights of real artists and writers, with even reading a book or looking at a drawing now considered an act of “child abuse.”

Marijuana.

For the majority of my pre-pubescence i grew up with the idea that Marijuana was a bad, evil, god-forsaken plant and should never be thought nor spoken of let alone inhaled. From Nancy Reagan deciding that "just Say No" was a suitable phrase to keep kids off drugs, and there we see how that worked out.
Shitty, for people who don't know. It worked out shitty. Or shittily.
"Just Say No" has never been a phrase to rely on. It hasn't worked with drugs (as we see drug related crimes escalating), it hasn't worked with abstinence (as the AMA even shows every year that teaching only abstinence doesn't lower the amount of kids having sex, it just lowers the amount of kids having safe sex), and it didn't work with any other possible organization or ideal you can think of that you should probably just say no to.
But I'm not here to talk about those other outlets and/or organizations or even sex today.
I'm here to talk about Marijuana, and why that little bastardized plant should be legalized and brought back to stores in America like it was less than 100 years ago.

Let's start at the beginning:

In the early 1930s lived a man by the name of William Randolph Hearst. This man is the inspiration for Citizen Kane if that helps you connect with this essayic prose. Old WRH was a newspaper magnate, and by that we mean he basically owned media and bought a newspaper to say good things about himself and people he liked and publicly bitch slap the people he hated, mainly politicians and plants. Ah you see, he was also an industrialist in timber. Timber is trees.
Well here comes the pulp of the marijuana plant, more commonly known as hemp. Hemp was cheap, could grow anywhere and in vast quantities, unlike trees which would take years to cultivate and required much more land (roots are funny that way). Hemp was seen as a huge problem to Willie. See back before the internet and phones, paper was used for goddamn everything. Newspapers, letters, goddammit you know what paper was used for. And Willie had a shit ton of it.
So what'd he do? He teamed up with Harry J. Anslinger (which I have to point out is one of the most douche-hole names I've ever encountered), who was the Assistant Prohibition Commissioner in the Bureau of Prohibition. Again, douche-hole had to throw "Prohibition" in there twice). Since Anslinger couldn't help but prohibit relaxing and fun things for Americans (such as liquor) he was easily swayed by Hearst who explained the deadly properties of marijuana and the effect it would have the the moral imperative of the common god God-fearing Americans.
(To note: this is the 1930s, the holiest people in the country were the early Catholic Irish who couldn't find jobs thanks to N.I.N.A. and the Italians who were looked down upon and some [not all] forced into a life of crime.)
So in 1936 Hearst and Anslinger, the dipshit duo, team up and start posting fabricated stories in Hearst's newspapers. It takes 1 year for the Marihuana Tax Act of 1937. That's not even a typo. They misspelt the damned plant's name. And even though this just seems like a tax on the plant, it effectively outlawed Hemp. And there went cheap everything, since everything was paper. Most cars were made out of paper during the depression. .[citation needed]
(Note: 1936 was also the year the inspiring film "Reefer Madness" hit the streets. A propaganda film later turned into the adopter love child of pot heads everywhere)
Now as i feel i have been boring you for too long on with my recants of a Willie, lets jump ahead to sometime within the current years.
Everyone knows that Amsterdam is the marijuana haven of the world. Even if the laws aren't the most lenient in the world (I'm sure Siberia let's you smoke whenever) it has become the cultural centerpiece for the weed culture. Now Oakland is attempting to break out as it's stoned baby sister city. Yes, Oakland, California. Where there is a section colloquially known as Oaksterdam, and in this city are shops, and in these shops is, you guessed it, marijuana. marijuana loose, marijuana plants, marijuana cookies, drinks, salad dressing, lollipops and even olive oil. It's all medicinal but as it is it is probably the most lenient section of the US for marijuana. You can buy up to 8 ounces at a time nonetheless.
And you may think that the government should hate this because its all medical there aren't any taxes and it goes against federal law, well you should slam your head fiercely into the pavement because this one lone shop pays $900,000 a year in taxes. Thats 300k for state taxes and 600k for federal taxes.
Anyone paying attention to the news within the past 2 years would know that our economy got fucked like it was a pretty little boy in a prison with an inmate named Bessy. I'm saying our economy got ass-fucked. harshly, if you didn't get the simile. As of November 6, 2009 the national debt is:
$11,984,375,618,759.41
Almost 12 trillion dollars.
And here we have an awesome chance to make a shit load of money back by selling this one little weed and taxing it but we can't. And no one can come up with a coherent statement as to why not except that it makes you high and you can't trust someone who's high.
You can trust a drunk though.
America has Impresidentated (yeah i made that word up) plenty of drunk Presidents (Grant, et al.) and yet only as early as 1992 elected a man who has indulged in weed (Clinton), and even he had to say he didn't inhale. The latest 3 presidents have all admitted to some sort of drug use (I'm still gonna count Clinton). So maybe this should show us that America is ready to accept and deal with Marijuana being legalized. It's not harmful to the lungs any more than cigarettes and cigarettes get a government seal. It's not any more impairing to driving than alcohol (and has actually been tested to show that it causes people to be far better drivers than alcohol induced drivers).
Look It Up.
States have even begun legalizing marijuana (Maine and California) when they won't even legalize gay marriage (Maine and California).
Marijuana has caused violence though. Every day in Mexico, rival gangs fight on the streets of decrepit towns over marijuana. Oh wait, that's happening because we prohibited marijuana and s we've seen in plenty of gangster films, prohibition just leads to violence. 2700 deaths from Mexican citizens in 2007 alone. Prohibition just doesn't work to cut down pain, suffering, violence.
And it doesn't keep people out of prison either. Even though first time possession is usually a misdemeanor, excessive charges can add up to actual jail time, and if you are on probation even a small, extremely small, microscopic small, amount of marijuana can put you in jail. And this is for plant that has been misconstrued and lied about for years on end all the way back to the 1930s. Every year we incarcerate thousands of people for drug abuses and law bendings. When we could legalize it and turn those people into tax paying citizens who eat plenty of doritos.
Compare how many people die every year of outside influences:
Smoking- 435,000
Alcohol- 85,000
Car Accidents- 26,347
Murder- 20,308
Marijuana- 0 (yeah that number has been always been 0 since marijuana has been discovered)

SquareEnix's a blast.

While playing FFVIII on my playstation emulator, i've wondered. why is it called final fantasy? What was its history of the game? So i've googled a few and here's a little trivia only few knows.


Did you know our beloved Final Fantasy was almost never created? In 1987, Square was losing money and head designer Hironobu Sakaguchi decided to make one "final" game, A "fantasy" role playing game. Thankfully, Final Fantasy was a huge worldwide success, Square was rescued from Bankruptcy, which allowed them to produce sequels, and the rest is history!

Final Fantasy characters
(from top,left-Vaan of FFXII revenant wings,Squal Lionhart and Rinoa Heartily of FF8;2nd row,right-Female Hume of FFXI,Ashelia B'nargin of FFXII revenant wings,Male Hume of FFXI;last row,left-Cloud Strife of FFVII, Yuna and Tidus of FFX)

And because of the success of square enix over Final Fantasy sequels, they've created a whole new addicting game which makes the player wanted the company more, and this is a Disney and the all time favorite Final Fantasy parody game called Kingdom hearts! Like FF, the game also has alot of sequel, such as Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts II, Kingdom Hearts:Chain of Memories, Kingdom Hearts: Birth to sleep, Kingdom hearts: Coded, and Kingdom Hearts: 365/2

(Top row: Riku (after Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories), Kairi, Goofy, Roxas, Donald Duck, Sora (from Kingdom Hearts II), Sora (from Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories), Riku (from Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories), King Mickey, Naminé, DiZ, and Xehanort's Heartless.
Bottom row: Xigbar, Demyx, Luxord, Saïx, Xaldin, Xemnas, Axel, Marluxia, Larxene, Lexaeus, Zexion, and Vexen or simply the Organization XIII)

Because of SquareEnix's successful game the Final Fantasy, the company now have loads rolling on every console invented!
See wiki for games you wanted from SE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Square_Enix_games
-- They are just totally amazing!

I-Generation.

I have not seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
I have seen the middling minds of my generation destroyed by apathy, filled to the brim with sanity to spare and nowhere to put it, nothing to care about, and no one with whom to share thought.
This is the "i-generation", or perhaps that could have been the last generation, and that seems to be the main purpose for this generation. I. As in me, myself, and. The aforementioned apathy speaks unto the relationships with others. No longer do people visit others , or strike up conversations. Now they visit people's facebooks, and start up new chats.
What. The. Fuck.

Get the fuck out of your house and talk to a god damn stranger. I will tell you to get up, walk out, talk to a stranger, and maybe in some small portion of your prefrontal cortex or your temporal lobe you'll think "That may be a good idea." Then, just for the hell of it, you'll find your shoes ready to put them on and depart from your drywalled cocoon.
And then it hits you.
Apathy.
Like an aneurism in your brain you never saw it coming and you felt no pain. You just stopped giving a shit.
"I'd go out but this show's on."
"I'd go out but i work tomorrow."
"I'd go out but I'm talking to someone on aim now."
And there's the kicker in which apathy resides.
Now for the irony.
I have used all those excuses. And now I'm fed up. When i go to smoke a cigarette i don't shy away from the people surrounding me, I say whatever greeting pops into my head which usually consists of the summation of the words "hello" (or it's counterparts), "what's" and "up." That's how i meat a 30 year old Unitarian minister who regaled me with stories of how he shot his best friend in the ass, how Moses didn't write a single book of the bible, and then asked if I had a weed connection. If we were sitting in a diner and one of us had a gun, I'd swear I was in a Tarantino film.
But no.
Just life.
Go go live your god damn life for fuck's sake.
I'm sick and tired of watching the pontentially great minds of my generation detroyed by sewer rats as the minds have long since fallen into the proverbial gutter or washed down the proverbial drain.

“By far the most dangerous foe we have to fight is apathy - indifference from whatever cause, not from a lack of knowledge, but from carelessness, from absorption in other pursuits, from a contempt bred of self
satisfaction” -William Osler

- Philosophical wordings from whatevericareabout