Gaming Addiction
Mark Carter
Prof. Nielson
English 101
2/17/10
Final Draft WP#2
The “ADDICTION” He was sitting there watching the clock, and it read ten minutes to three, and it was almost time to leave work. The excitement and anxiousness growing with each passing minute, today was the day he was waiting for. He planned for it; two weeks of researching, reading articles and watching videos. He saw it happen over and over in his mind; he knew every maneuver, every danger, and he expected the unexpected. All that preparation he did for the purpose of not letting anyone down, to be able to carry his own weight, and to prove himself. They were going to meet at 5 o’clock sharp, and he couldn’t be late. If he wasn’t there they would go without him or get someone else. On his way home he thought of what supplies he needed, he was in charge of bringing the food for everyone. He packed his bags and headed off to the entrance of the cave.
The road was narrow and wound through the trees; the first turn was a left at the dying Oak that seemed to twist into the sky beyond sight with smaller saplings entwined at its trunk thirsting for life as the roots tapered off to the nearby stream. He felt his heart racing and his muscles twitching with anticipation of exploring the cave for the first time. The murky swamp was the next marker. The trail led to the right and he knew the cave was close. He could hear the toads, the crickets, and the sounds of rippling water. In the distance he could see it, the huge rough jagged stone that outlined the opening. The reddish brown and gray boulders helped keep it hidden deep in the woods. The moss that stretched up the rocks was a vivid green that faded to brown, blending in with the wooden beams that formed the opening and provided support from collapse. He could hear the birds squawking and fluttering as if they knew of his adventure and were cheering him on. The water rushing over the rocks in the stream leant company to the twigs and leaves that
Prof. Nielson
English 101
2/17/10
Final Draft WP#2
The “ADDICTION” He was sitting there watching the clock, and it read ten minutes to three, and it was almost time to leave work. The excitement and anxiousness growing with each passing minute, today was the day he was waiting for. He planned for it; two weeks of researching, reading articles and watching videos. He saw it happen over and over in his mind; he knew every maneuver, every danger, and he expected the unexpected. All that preparation he did for the purpose of not letting anyone down, to be able to carry his own weight, and to prove himself. They were going to meet at 5 o’clock sharp, and he couldn’t be late. If he wasn’t there they would go without him or get someone else. On his way home he thought of what supplies he needed, he was in charge of bringing the food for everyone. He packed his bags and headed off to the entrance of the cave.
The road was narrow and wound through the trees; the first turn was a left at the dying Oak that seemed to twist into the sky beyond sight with smaller saplings entwined at its trunk thirsting for life as the roots tapered off to the nearby stream. He felt his heart racing and his muscles twitching with anticipation of exploring the cave for the first time. The murky swamp was the next marker. The trail led to the right and he knew the cave was close. He could hear the toads, the crickets, and the sounds of rippling water. In the distance he could see it, the huge rough jagged stone that outlined the opening. The reddish brown and gray boulders helped keep it hidden deep in the woods. The moss that stretched up the rocks was a vivid green that faded to brown, blending in with the wooden beams that formed the opening and provided support from collapse. He could hear the birds squawking and fluttering as if they knew of his adventure and were cheering him on. The water rushing over the rocks in the stream leant company to the twigs and leaves that