I've discovered that playing "Freelancer" for too long has an adverse effect on my system.  Three straight hours of full 360 degree high-speed space combat in a massively tricked out heavy combat fighter is gorgeous, but it's now got my blood racing, my hands twitching, and my mind refuses to focus.  All I can think is "Yes, my friend, 7, count 'em, 7 Reaper Mark 2 cannons DO have a way of eating away at one's hull armour, don't they?  I've comrades in heaven and enemies in hell...say hello for me."