My favorite video game of all time is called 'Black Tiger'. It's a Capcom Dungeons and Dragons game from 1987. I have the actual arcade version sitting in my office.

Virtual sex, no matter how realistic, was really nothing but glorified, computer-assisted masturbation.

You’re evil, you know that?” I said. She grinned and shook her head. “Chaotic Neutral, sugar.

"Lights," I said softly. This had become my favorite word over the past week. In my mind, it had become synonymous with freedom.

I watched a lot of YouTube videos of cute geeky girls playing '80s cover tunes on ukuleles. Technically, this wasn't part of my research, but I had a serious cute-geeky-girls-playing-ukuleles fetish that I can neither explain nor defend.

If I was feeling depressed or frustrated about my lot in life, all I had to do was tap the Player One button, and my worries would instantly slip away as my mind focused itself on the relentless pixelated onslaught on the screen in front of me. There, inside the game's two-dimensional universe, life was simple: It's just you against the machine. Move with your left hand, shoot with your right, and try to stay alive as long as possible.

No one in the world gets what they want and that is beautiful.