At least it doesn't sound like they're approaching this with an obviously slanted view on the matter without due consideration. In America, it seems like games are one of those things that are an immediate scapegoat without logical or empirical evidence. I can only imagine an American study...
Day 53: Another day playing Call of Duty online. It has been three days in a row without incident and everything seemed to have been going fine. Thirty minutes in, the voices started to pound caustic insults towards my mother, heritage, and sexual orientation into my psyche. Unbeknownst to me, hours slipped past me as the voices grew stronger and flashes of death and bullet lag spilled into my mind. Then came the screams. Oh the screams, they were the worst of it all! It was as though a thousand kittens had been thrown into a wood-chipper and then set on fire. The horror of it all has me questioning my own perceived reality.
Day 68: Now the voices are telling me that my name is actually Nathan Drake and I am to travel to the lost city of El Doritos and find the lost city of golden cheddar ranch! The only thing standing in my way is that damn Mrs. Graham next door and her damn cats and fresh baked apple pies. And those damn campers. I must prepare for the many fights to come, from the neighborhood pool, to Boy Scouts meeting, to the local grocery store! But first thing's first, to the gun shop!
Day 53: Another day playing Call of Duty online. It has been three days in a row without incident and everything seemed to have been going fine. Thirty minutes in, the voices started to pound caustic insults towards my mother, heritage, and sexual orientation into my psyche. Unbeknownst to me, hours slipped past me as the voices grew stronger and flashes of death and bullet lag spilled into my mind. Then came the screams. Oh the screams, they were the worst of it all! It was as though a thousand kittens had been thrown into a wood-chipper and then set on fire. The horror of it all has me questioning my own perceived reality.
Day 68: Now the voices are telling me that my name is actually Nathan Drake and I am to travel to the lost city of El Doritos and find the lost city of golden cheddar ranch! The only thing standing in my way is that damn Mrs. Graham next door and her damn cats and fresh baked apple pies. And those damn campers. I must prepare for the many fights to come, from the neighborhood pool, to Boy Scouts meeting, to the local grocery store! But first thing's first, to the gun shop!