I've lived a straight-edge life. People look at me and think I'm a good kid. No run-ins with the law, decent grades, always playing it safe. Deep down, I got a bit of a wild streak. I crave danger. So when the game tells me it's saving and not to touch the power button, I touch it. Gently stroke it. Jostle it. I don't press down, but I feel it under my thumb, knowing that just by applying a little more pressure, my save file could be corrupted. Next time, I want to try cocaine.