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Then, as I punched my last enemy in the face, there was a small video as I held the unconscious enemy from behind his beaten head. I was given a simple prompt. In white text 'play' was written along with the stock X button image. I complied with my instructions unthinking of what will happen. But I was able to assume. As my thoughts came to life, I watched almost as if I was the man in the game. My hand-made hard contact to the man's face and I watched as my hand moved to reveal a brutally bruised face, dripping with blood. I flinched at violence, but that was when the prompt came again, bigger and now a shade of grey, 'play more' with a flashing X button. I hesitated before mashing the X button on my controller on to recoil at how I slowly pummeled the man's head into a bloody pulp, seeing his face, as if I could touch it, with every blow. I blinked several times and opened my consoles disk tray, took out the games disk and replaced it with Skyrim. I enjoyed my near medieval adventure until I encountered a precarious instance. I was moving into assassinate a guard, I saw the prompt, 'play' with the same X as before. As I shook off the strange bug, that I tried to ignore the sprite and as the simulated animation began, all the textures changed.

 

 

As I cleaned my face from the blood and brain, I was only able to see red and the prompt reappeared, darker than my blindness. PLAY. Unable to see, and unable to feel I simply thought what I was to play. As soon I thought to move my body, I heard my friend and companion's blood curdling scream. I saw him, I watch me, murder him, with a strong piece of rebar impaling him with it. The 'camera moved back into my head, I saw the monstrosities that I had just committed, and then I ran. I ran and ran all the way home. I saw the game, and compelled by an unknown force, I popped Skyrim out and plugged in the accursed game. And as I pressed play, I put down my controller and thought, but that was when I was reminded the entire reason I forced myself to play the damn thing. Prizes.

The monster was blown to pieces. Brains, bone fragments, and most of the upper torso were quickly met to the wall behind it. I felt a jolt in my arm, both my right hand that held the mouse, and my shoulder. "The hell?" I pondered. I randomly shot off a random round and yet again, I felt a force hit my body. As I questioned my surroundings I felt a heavy, sharp, pain in on the back of my head. I turned around, in game, to be met by another angered monster. To my surprise, I found the prompt once more 'PLAY' with the E key being displayed. Feeling hatred swell up within me, I quickly hit the key. The player, whose hand no longer looked like mine, as it was covered in stitched scars and other open cuts, grabbed the monster by the lower jaw. He, or I, pulled the jaw clean off. The monster began to let out dark tears and other gurgles of pain. I was overcome by remorse, I wanted it all to stop, but it didn't. The player used the lower jaw to crack open the skull and mangle the exposed brain matter. I hit the esc key, but the game didn't stop. I wished it to pause as I did before, but no such fucking luck. I took my hands off the keyboard and brought crossed them below my nose. I began to scratch at the top of my right hand. Soon my hand was covered in several deep gashes. Looking at my hand, I quickly shoved it into my monitor, forcing more cuts and burns. "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" I shouted. I pulled my tower out of all of its sockets and threw it across the room. There was no damage done to it, to my slightest relief.

 

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