Skyrim, mostly. That was the main time-sucker for the 4-day weekend.
Of course, it’s one thing to get immersed in playing an Elder Scrolls RPG (that’s role-playing game, not rocket-propelled grenade). But what I did was watch the brother and nephew-in-law play. God only knows how addicted I’ll get if I ever dare pick up a controller. Fifteen or twenty hours would be spent just staring at the loading screens.
But why shouldn’t I eat, drink, and play merry? America is a goner. Sure, it’d be wiser to do emergency preparedness than gaming. I should convert time and money into food, water, guns, and supplies. But my apathy cleverly counters,
Rome’s debauchery makes more sense now. Video games, orgies, what’s the difference?
There’s a pretty convincing parallel between Roman leaded wine ewers and modern electronic entertainment.