Response to Willow's Cohost post: "(guy who thinks the first person shooter is a serial killer voice) hey be careful walking home. the first person shooter’s out there"
I was walking down the street as usual, and then suddenly I was hiding in the bushes, with no memory of how I got there. I was holding a gun, which I had no memory of ever having seen before, and was pointing it at… me? If I was here, how could I be over there on the sidewalk as well? I tried to figure out what was happening, but somehow, not feeling fully in control of myself, I pulled the trigger. At that instant I realized what was happening, but it was too late. I was not actually hiding in the bushes, but rather, my perspective had shifted, to the perspective of the one who killed me: the First Person Shooter.