Play Mahjong Soul. It's free. It's anime. It's digital crack in the form of ancient Chinese gambling tiles. You think it’s just waifus and emotes—then someone hits you with a Riichi, Dora 3, Ura 2 out of nowhere and wipes your whole soul off the table.

You start saying words like pinfu, chanta, and sanankou like it’s normal. You stare at walls trying to read wait patterns. You haven’t felt real joy in days, but that one ippatsu tsumo gave you more dopamine than your last 3 birthdays combined.

Install Mahjong Soul. Spam emotes. Draw chink tiles. Ruin your life.