It's very easy to dismiss life as an exercise in masochism. Take the idea up a few notches and question what underwrites your physical existence: murder and the

It's very easy to dismiss life as an exercise in masochism. Take the idea up a few notches and question what underwrites your physical existence: murder and theft, involving the demise of countless plants and animals and theft of their carcasses as a personal fuel source (old India Vedic/Buddhist observation added for shock value). Very suckey. Then here by extension it would seem subordinating yourself to the synthetic distractions of psychopathic video games or maudlin RPGs as temporary anxiety outlets ultimately tends in idle moments to reinforce that sense of futility. And then why would you want to essentially 'sublimate' that synthetic psychopathic stimuli by replacing it with a process of being jerked-around by scripted pessimism? Doubt that it has to be that way. As old Milton pointed out in 'Paradise Lost': the mind is a world in itself and in itself it can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven. Since it's unlikely anybody is going to make the personal world that YOU would want for you, maybe a practical excursion into gnothi seauton (know yourself) then follow-up with scripting your own suitable world.