My greatest foe has thus far been something I’ve mentioned before, what I’ve begun to call “opportunity paralysis.” The almost unlimited functionality definitely activates some hoarding response in my brain, so that if I don’t pick up every dusty scapula with a shred of flesh still clinging I get terribly agitated. I stood in a cold dungeon for almost ten minutes before I could build up the strength to discard some rat meat.
– Tycho from Penny Arcade, discussing Elder Scrolls: Oblivion