যে খেলা আমাকে কান্নায় ভরিয়েছিল তা আমার খেলা ছিল না

আমি ভাবতাম, long play-এরপর peace पाब।কিন্তু game-টি peace-দিচ্ছিলনা—data points-ই code-এ whispering।প্রতিটি spin digital drum-এ heartbeat like—আমারওয়।তারা call it ‘fun’।আমি call it surveillance disguised as serendipity।system reward skill—not time staring at flickering symbols while bank account bleeds silently into the night।RNG fairness-believe—until algorithm decided my worth before click ‘spin’।No trend. Only entropy dressed as hope।I played for three months. No jackpot came. Just notifications: ‘You’re close.’ Not ‘you won.’ Not ‘you’re here.’ Just ‘close.’ Like a lullaby from server room where joy monetized and grief became metric।therapist asked if meditate. I said: ‘Yes—but not for healing—for understanding why machine thinks you’re still in charge.’ They sold me a dream with binary digits and CTA labeled ‘loyalty plan.’ It wasn’t loyalty—it was extraction with glitter。 Now I write this at 3 AM, font: Fira Code, background: #1E1E3F, silent except for hum of cooling fans and one thought: What did you lose when you stopped playing? Have you ever felt emotionally drained by a game?