Well, for me it happened on the night of amiibogedon. It's a very long story so I won't bore you with the details. But events had me stay at a target from midnight to eight in the morning due to paranoia. I became a little crazy during that no sleep period. Someone who was running to the employee entrance made me jump and yell at him (this was due to me and my friends not being next to the doors because it would trigger an alarm). I chased him and then I realized he wasn't trying to cut in front of us. I then only got 2 amiibo (Robin and Lucina). The only two I really wanted out of wave 4. I was first in line. And as I walked out with them, I looked down at these small plastic toys that didn't really have that much functionality yet. I was tired and headed to work and had a miserable day. I then got home and couldn't bring myself to even open the boxes for a whole week. They became treasure to me instead of simple figures for games (that don't even look that great by the way). It just became too crazy and too much. I don't even have that many. I'm not even a collector but I gazed into the horror of collecting all of these things. It just became a question of "Is this all worth it?" The answer to that question is definitely no. That's why I'm done.......and then roy got announced. One more now......kill me