Dear God. What have we done to our children?
[salon reports on the growing phenomenon of LAN parties, where marathon gaming sessions are fuelled with drugs ranging from mountain dew to cocaine]
And here was me thinking it was just the people who developed the games who
kept nipping out to the carpark to "calm their nerves"...
"Tom leaves three days later, drained from lack of sleep and fried from staring at his monitor. With his jacket empty of weed, another workday stares him in the face. It's been a weekend muffled in sensory white noise, a visit to a cocoon of headphones, pixels and dope, and he'll do it again next Friday."
-- it's a public information film! Hey, let's shoot it in the barn!
We could call it "CounterStrike: Just Don't Do It."
Or possibly "Unreal Tournament - It Really Fucks You Up"...
Adrian should play the haggard old games junkie, you'd be organising the LAN parties, Alastair can be introducing young gamers to the whole sordid scene (played by Archie, Mike, Tom, etc.), Alex can be the young hoodlum-turned-pusher and Damian can be the serious man who shakes his head and says, "Kids, just say no!" at the end.
Name-wise, I prefer something a little more straightforward: Gaming Junkies!, Drug-crazed LAN-party fiends!, or My descent into gaming hell...
keep manufacturing the stuff,