A videogame called Diablo II, addictive as heroin for 2 years of my life, I began to write poetry about it.

Artifacts of great renowned,
pilfered, looted,
What was here,
now departed.
Drunken dullard,
What have you done?

What is gone,
rage remains,
corpse littered hallways
do not ease my claim,
mere trinkets cannot assuage
your blame.

Strafe you from far away
your blood spills forth
like chardonnay;
Crimson draught of
anger wrought,
staining linen of the lamb.

The night is chill and you want in,
the corpse of thou lies PK-ed
in a drift. Your cry lingers still.
Your gold, I lift.

Peg you to a golden tree,
Hang you from a sliver bough.
Spark the flint, burn the brand.
Sever the hand of that which wronged,
return what is mine, and you to earth.

Too many people I know have fallen victim to it.

I had to stop playing Starcraft Brood war almost altogether to get rid of the addiction.

Better to be addicted to a video game rather than heroin.

I dunno, there's more of a social life with heroin...