He will join us . . . or die

The dark side . . .
It consumes me . . .

I couldn't help myself. It was just there, calling me. Such clean, simple lines. When I picked it up, the weight of it was surprising. Just a box, and yet, within it's depths, such wonders. It's glossy surface intrigued me, it's colors seeming to shift beneath my gaze. I clutched it to my chest and stumbled from the temple. The temple of eternal light wherein the clergy of the everlasting electron perform their esoteric rites, taking the offerings of the hopeful and blessing them with the totems of the gods.

I hurried back to my abode and huddled in the center of my living room, in front of the great altar. The sweat began to bead on my forehead as I broke the seals on the holy container, my fingers trembling ever so slightly as I lifted the lid and saw what lay within. So many cables, like little bits of gut curled inside some alien beast. Did they pulse when my fingers touched them? I ripped into it like a beast on its fallen prey. Before long, the viscera of cardboard and plastic baggies lay strewn about me. But the heart of glory stood at my feet. I caressed it so gently, lovingly; I began the surgery. I would meld this thing with my altar, make it one with the place of worship I had constructed so painstakingly over the course of the years. And when it was done, when the rites were complete, I made my obeisance to the gods and gave it life.

Instantly, a brilliance washed over me. Light. Color. So intense, so crystal clear, it pulsed in my brain, sucking at my very soul, but filling me as well. I fought for control, I fought to maintain the balance. It has me. I know now that it will forever call to me. I must battle this thing for all time, fight to maintain that razor edge between ecstasy and torment.

What have I done?
What creature of damnation and Hell-fire have I unleashed??

I...bought...

...

an Xbox.

God help me...