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December 6, 2008
I squeezed the trigger
I lifted it. My left hand on the barrel of a 9mm, my right hand tightly gripping the clip, and my index finger on the trigger. My heart is racing rapidly. “He deserves it,” I thought. He walked out of the building, and I squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit him in the head. I reloaded and squeezed again. Reloaded and squeezed yet again. I fired 243 shots and got 89 hits - 36% accuracy. Adrenaline was altering my common sense. Points are deducted when you hit an innocent victim. I hit three.
As I was completing stage one, a homeless man lay across a city bench and I knowingly squeezed the trigger, hitting him in the head. When I was terminated, I put more quarters into the video game. As I was sweating, I was certain this must be how my boys feel after a mission.
- Tags: Violence, Video games, Guns
The first paragraph was so graphic, it immediately brought tears to my eyes. My mind visualized this as if I could see it happening! But I guess that reaction stems from the times we live in.
This should not be part of anyones reality!
I feel so sorry for "our boys" and "our girls". Yes, they are all of ours, I feel instead of criticizing particular cultures, ethnic groups we should look at their world and see why they do what they do and how we can help. And someone may say, it's not their problem. On the contrary, what's going on today, is all of our problems; for our sake and the future.