You know you are addicted to Morrowind when during a trip to a local McDonald's "restaurant" you unaccountably become convinced that at least 50% of the denizens have been infected with Corprus, which leads you to assume that Ronald McDonald is actually Dagoth Ur...
Supressing the urge to embark on a homicidal rampage, you instead find yourself collecting a wax-coated paper cup, a large, plastic tray and a little skin from one of the patrons (owing to the pocket knife you just happen to have on hand).
Upon being committed to the nearest mental hospital you enquire of the eldery, senior director if he would be willing to let you procure the shoes he lost in the institution's basement in return for a cure for your affliction......
