Do you ever know what that strange feeling is? The one that climbs up the back of your neck late at night while you're staring at bright computer screen in a dark room. With your peripherals gone in the inky blackness and the strain of hours looking a glowing liquid crystal display burning into your cornea. You feel it, it comes suddenly. Like a tiger pouncing from the brush. That feeling, it comes from the pit of your stomach, up through your spine, tingling your neck as it goes. Then it hits you, right in little grey jello mold you sometimes use to think. And its then you realize that you have just lost the game in all of its wondrous glory. You curse inside your mind, blaming yourself for thinking it. How could you not? Its always there, waiting, watching for when you are at your most vulnerable.