SoupNazi
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DefJam101 said:There was something disturbingly familiar about the exterminatus before me. The handwriting was all pretty curves.
"You are in a computer game, Space Marine."
The truth was burning a red crack through my brain. Health regenerating when behind cover, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Endless repetition of the act of hitting the win button, plowing through cover to cut down Ork Boyz. The paranoid feel of someone controlling my every step. I was in a computer game.
Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.
There was something disturbingly familiar about the exterminatus before me. The handwriting was all pretty curves.
"You are on Internet forums, Space Marine."
The truth was burning a red crack through my brain. Codexers arguing about me, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Endless repetition of the act of flaming, plowing through threads to cut down consoletards. The paranoid feel of someone writing about my every step. I was on Internet forums.
Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.