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It starts as a trust building exercise.

You fall back and trust the couch will catch you.

You can’t fight that sinking feeling… of joy as the couch cushions and envelops you.

Now inch forward a little.

Or, thanks to the technological advancements of a shiny new box, speak a command:

“Console, make me relax. I need to cope with a harsh day.”

There’s no extra equipment necessary, no drugs, no mind altering substances and no batteries required to relax.

You turn to play.

You did it as a kid, but somewhere along way people said you were too big.

Now you play with a tech box, not a sandbox.

Let the stress of the day melt away like ice cubes on a warm tray.

Then watch as it flows like a lazy river and pretend you’re swimming in it.

It carries you to strange places, past nymphs and fairies.

It’s like something out of a certain composer’s dream.

Now, you’re only immersed in the game’s menu.

And it’s time to dig in to something substantial.

The beautiful digital art whets your appetite.

Fun is the main course: it sustains you and gets you excited.

The music is a sweet dessert the stays with you.

Each serving tastes better than the last.

Take your time to prepare a strategy.

Chew over all the facts.

Because only you can stop hordes of aliens from burning our planet (and forests).

Or grit your teeth in frustration.

It’s all happening in your kitchen—I mean living room.

Aside from the cooked aliens, no lives were lost.

The thrilling story, your hard work, are finished.

Watch the final boss crumble on the ground.

Off the heat.