"As I was organizing my shelves today, my eyes were drawn to a particular plastic case that seemed to be calling to me.
Look away, thought I. Continuing to organize my games, I found my eyes continually drawn back to the game cover.
Again, I looked away. After several minutes, I succumbed: today was the day that I would yet again attempt the remote control plane mission in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, a mission that is ten times worse than the stories you’ve heard.
If there were such a place as video game hell, this mission would comprise its eternity.
It’s an inexplicable horror that should be wiped from the face of the Earth…and yet I knew one day I’d return to it, reluctantly punishing myself all over again."