"Poor"?
Sorry, but I'm having a hard time finding sympathy for someone who played games to death. I mean, really- how ridiculously compulsive can you get? Saying we should feel sorry for him is like saying we have to feel sorry for any old asshole who decides to see what swallowing an entire gallon of lead-based paint is like. He's a moron at best, it's his own damn fault, and the world is not a lesser place without him (though possibly a less strange place, which may be a loss).
There's only a certain degree of compassion for my fellow freak I can keep up, and I have no interest in pretending to any more for those so clearly undeserving of any, like certain individuals here apparently do. I bet you cried all through the Monty Python movies too, eh?
