Is it a sado-masochistic drive?
I would say within a 7 day period CC gives me one great day, in which my team's armies destroy everything before them and, quite seriously, my day in the real world seems to be one in which the sun shines just a little more, the birds sing just a little more tunefully and overall everything just seems to be good. Yet there will be another day in 7 in which everything goes horribly and completely wrong; my armies wilt like italians in the desert and I really don't know why I continue to play this game. Those other five days will vary between moderate luck and lack of it depending on whether I am generally going through a good period in the game or not. But to a certain extent my luck in this virtual world affects my mood in the real world too. I know I am not alone in this, though I do wonder why I continue to let this game influence my actual life.
CC is a drug. There, I've said it clearly. Rolling those dice gives us a rather pleasant little kick when we take 2, and equally gives us nasty little jab when we lose 2. If one plays a lot of games, then it says to me that the player is especially greedy for the upper or downer and if one is playing over a hundred turns a day then the player is a hopeless addict. But what are they addicted to? The game? No, they are addicted to those fucking dice that both delight and plague us in basically equal measure. So the dice have an immediate effect at that very moment we roll them (the little neurological kick) but also have a more subtle lasting effect in that they do, and I am absolutely sure of this, also affect our satisfaction levels in our real lives.
So why on earth do we continue to play? Because we are ALL hopeless, hopeless addicts. I think we enjoy inflicting just a little misery upon others when we roll well, and we equally get some masochistic pleasure from having losses inflicted upon us.