At what price a night is lost?

Short answer - 4xRedbulls,2xMnM's(the peanut variety) and a Free(as in meh,intellectual property)!
Long answer - the price of a countless dreams never to be dreamt... ideas of a better world... visions from a place of purity and harmony... and your sanity ...
It all starts so innocently:
"What shows are on tonight?" which slowly morphs into " WTF are all seeders?! SEED PLZ!" around 2:30 AM. At 3:30 (4AM max) you start to think that spent redbull cans are edible *see attached picture* and at 4:30 you're scraping the bottom of the barrel of activities,because apparently notebooks aren't generally designed for 12 hour long Far Cry 2/Mass Effect combo marathon without some reaaaaaaaally desperate measures like :
sticking the beast in the fridge for 5 mins, spraying CO2 in the copper radiators in order to force-cool the lil' bastards or my favorite - sticking the back of the machine through the open window in order to use the warm,sunny Irish nights to really flash freeze the whole mobo,while still playing the Noveria level of Mass Effect.
BTW- Any guy who sacrifices Ashley in order to save Kaidan is a friggin' dumbtard SENSEI,not to mention a GAY. Jeeezuz,on the one hand you've got a person running with his own Amibios and on the other a chick that you can a) BAAAANG and b) fires big GUNZ. The equation is therefore clear - let Alenko die and get laid. THIS chain of thought is only applicable to male gamers...
So anyway,after you've survived your second thermal shutdown for the night, you've got to find an alternative to slowly going insane, because you've got such a Kafeine high that if someone sticks a couple of wires in your butt you'll start outperforming 4 VVR-1000 nuclear reactors with the added extra, that the only harmful emissions of the process is a rather gruesome smell that combines the foodstuffs that you've got no memory whatsoever of eating,but of which you've got the receipt from 9:45PM the previous day,so you know that they might've existed...
Anyhow,the idea of internet shopping kinda comes into being with the added benefit of the glorious WTF moment when you manage to exit this haze called gaming and you find out what shit you've bought(or as in my case,you've made a shopping list for the weekend which I'll probably laugh at in the early noonish hours and which'll be promptly burned and scattered as I don't want to get that embarassed before the 31st of next month ( THE FLAMING ASSHOLE DANCE ANYONE?)
AND NOW THE RESPEEEEEEEEEC' AWARD FOR THE MONTH:
The award goes to EA studios for the latest reincarnation of the classic Red Alert franchise. The game has everything ( semi-nude beautiful girls for the teens who'll die virgins), japanese hybrid plane/robots (WTF?! Stop the weed,dumbfucks!) and for the promotion of TV and Books with the astounding 5-10 mins of loading time FOR THE FUCKING MAIN MENU.FOR FUCK'S SAKE I got lucky and actually satisfied my NEEEEEEdZ with a living,breeding and surprisingly aesthetically pleasing specimen of the opposite sex(hmmm,I sense a connection between the two) while waiting for this state of the art (of '01 tops) game to load.(well actually it loaded, but i don't leave a job unfinished (Thank you,thank you for the applauses))...
Anyways,I'm off to the land of TV,'cause I'm already sensing to coming sunrise and after all sleeping every night is for n00bz not h4XX0rZ!
So stay safe,fuck even safer and deny everything even if you're presented a valid fatherhood test... Plead insanity or file a counter-suit alleging that she raped you for your manseed... Trust me,it might work ...