Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you" and that's exactly how I felt playing Final Fight.

At first, it was fun; punching people in the face was satisfying enough, and the music was good. But then, slowly but surely, something within me started to awaken. Something evil, foul, and far beyond my comprehension

Maybe it was that it seemed as if I was punching the same people over and over again wearing different clothing to an endless infinity, the fact that you have very limited moves, or maybe it was simply watching the enemies repeat animations before standing up again. And I stood there countless times, patiently waiting for them to come out of the bounderies of the TV screen until they were ready to return to the world inside the video game...

Suddenly, big enemies appeared, grabbing me and giving me no chance to fight back, draining my life with just one move and my soul with it. And I swear for everything that's good and almighty that I've seen the same dog barking at me on this bridge at least four times by now.

I decided to play Final Fight, but I never thought it would be the game that would end up playing me.