wow addiction

So, Tuesday morning when the servers came up, we decided to jump right in to the attunement quests. We only had four guildies on, a paladin I cuss about a lot because he tanks too fast, a holy/disc priest, a druid who recently got re-addicted to WoW in a bad way, and me. We didn’t want to leave a guildie behind on the quest chain, but neither of us have solid dps experience/weapons. So I shockadined my way through Halls of Valor. I am shocked that the pug mage didn’t drop group when we told him what I was doing. Patience of a saint.


My name is Alfredo, and I’m an addict. Wow, um, first time I said those words, I was 33 and didn’t think I’d make it to see 34. If you told me then that I’d be getting my five-year chip now, I’d have thought you were high. Honestly. But, here I am. And it’s because of people in this room. You guys gave me my life back’ people like Libby, Tom, Sherlock. You’re the reason I made it five years clean, and the reason that I got my sights set on ten.


Inside the Tragic, Obsessive World of Video Game Addicts

by Cecilia D'Anastasio

The withdrawal made Brett want to die. The 12 year-old had only been cut off for a few hours and his mind was already wandering to a dark and dangerous place. Looking out the window of his family’s three-story home in Waasenaar, a suburb in the Netherlands, the American transplant imagined swan-diving out of his room and falling to the ground below, with his skull cracking open against the pavement. A grim death, sure, but at the time he felt anything had to better than not being allowed to play Counter-Strike.

Brett’s father had retrofit a metal lock on his Celeron computer to prevent his son from gaming. When it was locked, the Celeron’s data cable was disconnected from its hard drive so it couldn’t turn on, preventing Brett from gunning down digital assailants. A half-hour after Brett was mulling suicide, however, a friend called him on the phone and invited him to come over and game. Brett, nearly at his psychological brink, was relieved.

“I remember thinking, It’s probably very unnatural for someone to go from thinking about killing themselves to enjoying themselves in the span of 30 minutes,” the now 23-year-old told me ten years later.

However strange, that incident was a mere prelude to the depths that Brett would sink with his burgeoning video game addiction—an affliction that has plagued his health and his familial relationships and stunted his adult life.