I started playing this game, and I couldn’t stop. I killed commie after commie. Each kill brought a sense of peaceful serenity I have never known before. Once I started killing, there was nothing else I wanted to do with my life. I am afraid to open the game up again. The first time I ran it, I killed thousands of commies over a two day bloodbath. I know that I will though. There is truly nothing in this life but blood, death, and the murder of pixelated communist soldiers.

I am afraid I am losing myself, and will never exist as anything but a murderous desire for blood.