My name is Swun, and I wish to tell my story...

As I sit here, staring at the glowing screen, I can feel the weight of my addiction bearing down on me like a suffocating blanket. It all started innocently enough, with a simple download of a game called Hexceed. But little did I know, it would become the catalyst for my descent into a seemingly endless hexagon filled abyss.

The first time I launched Hexceed, I was immediately captivated by its mesmerizing colourful visuals and promise of what seemed like thousands of brain teasing puzzles. With each hexagon I conquered, I felt a surge of accomplishment, a sense of triumph that quickly faded into the background as I sunk further and further into the bigger and more complex levels.

It was then when the outside world ceased to exist, my regular life's mundane concerns were nothing to the new button I had discovered, Hexceed's hardcore mode. Days blurred into nights as I sat hunched over my computer, fingers grappled around my mouse like an animal, my mind consumed by this new relentless pursuit of perfection.

Friends reached out, concerned voices tinged with worry,

"Dude, you're playing that freaking minesweeper game again, what is wrong with you?"

"Bro, come to the party, we haven't seen you in weeks."

"Why do join discord just to play Hexceed man!"

I brushed them off with a casual wave, reassuring them that I was fine, that I was just taking some time for myself. But the truth was far more sinister. I was no longer in control. Hexceed had ensnared me in its clutches, weaving a web invisible only to my rationality, around my very being.

With each passing day, the challenges grew even more daunting, new mechanics introduced, new tricks out to get me, new islands of levels. Yet, instead of feeling frustration, I welcomed the struggle, embracing it as a testament to my own skill. However this wasn't the case for long. The sense of accomplishment began to fade. With each victory came a more hollow emptiness, a gnawing sense of dissatisfaction that no amount of success could soothe.

Weeks turned into months, and still, I remained trapped within this hexagonial prison, unable to tear myself away. The world outside continued to spin, oblivious to my situation, while I stay, engulfed in a solitary existence of my own making.

And now, as I sit here, bathed once again in the ghostly glow of the screen, I see the webs surrounding me for the first time. I realize with all my heart that I may never escape. Hexceed has become more than my reality. It has become my one piece, an elusive treasure I endlessly pursue, but never seem to truly find.

This is my final cry for help.
-Swun