User:CrazyMaster237

This is The Story

Usually I don’t like to write down stuff that occurred. but since i did this i wanted people to realize it wasn’t my fault, if i don’t tell you what happened i’m afraid if Roffbe gets caught he might figure that: what the hell i mine as well scream this to the world, that i am a completely crazed Ki. No not yet, i should tell you what happened before i get completely lost in my thought while writing this, after all he pretty much drove me insane already. This isn't actually my stor(y)- But actually it is my story. But i’m not actually a person. I am not anyone but i am still here, i still exist deep within my physical body, somewhere is my psyche and my soul. Grand Theft Auto is one of the first video games I've ever played which explains why it's my favorite game to play of all time, which is why I haven’t stopped playing games ever since. I always kept up on new news for new video games and I didn’t stall myself when I heard that the new GTA 5 has came out for Playstation 4. I quickly got the game and the system and played through until I beat the game. it doesn't really matter that i beat the game though, the game is infinite and this is part of the reason why this game means so much to me. But for some reason i got extremely bored and depressed when the story ended. I never quite understood this one thing though, not only did i feel so depressed and bored i also felt this feeling i always feel after doing anything, it was the game, i felt as if i was one of players in the game as if they were trying to posses me, tell me what i want to do, what you always do in a GTA, it says to…..to kill someone. the feeling to kill someone with no remorse or emotions. I started flipping out from this, i mean i know it's just a videogame but it shouldn’t be, I shouldn’t feel like this, i do care about my family, my friends, hell even people in general because i’m not a murderer, i decided i will just put these thought behind me, after all i shouldn’t let a little paranoia freak me out right? I probably had these thought from playing the game too long, after all it's is six o'clock in the morning. This feeling probably came from playing all night long, after all the games i’ve played i never let this feeling get to me, and i never went to long without sleep. I have heard of people who don’t sleep, and have told me their experiences when they have had sleep deprivation. All i can say is it can make people see and hear shit.

 

It Wasn’t a Dream

It wasn’t because of sleep deprivation at all. last night i had a horrible nightmare. I was the most terrifying sight i have ever seen. what i dreamed was i gave into the thoughts in my head and i took my pistol out of my safe, drove up to my family's house at night, i broke in went to there house and, killed them, it was horrifying real and vivid, it felt has if i actually had the combination number exactly in my head, that i actually had the gun in my hand, and had the exact thoughts that i always do when playing that awful game. i knew it was a dream but i could no longer take the risk, i have to see for myself if they are dead. Once i made it to my parents house i expected the worse possible outcome. either i’ll find them all dead in their home and will have to go to jail and eventually death row, or they’ll all gone because i dragged of their bodies, hid them to cover the evidence so when i was awake i couldn’t find them so i could be more terrified. I frantically ran up the door and kicked it down while screaming, “IS EVERYONE OK IN HERE” nobody answers and nobodies in sight. oh no i can’t believe it i actually did it and if i did then that means “Gasps”, That means i have no way of stopping myself from hurting more of the people i know, and the only way i could stop myself is to. “end my life”. The door to the living room opens up. Dad: ” hey what the hell did you do to our door, you owe me one hundred dollars to fix that door, son”. who my god, dad you are, you are alive. Dad: “yeah i am alive and well, but you won’t be if you don’t pay me what you owe right now”. They were alive and well, this, this feeling thing didn’t get to me, which means i was only paranoid, probably because i have been playing games to much, i think i’ll stay with my family a little bit longer, after all when i was i kid i never had this feeling take over my dream when I lived with them, maybe i won't have that feeling here.

 

Don’t Socailize

I been working all day, and after what occurred the other day i’ve been paralyzed, or at least antisocial, i didn’t want to talk to anyone, i didn’t care, what if i wake up one day surrounded my guts and blood, and one shrinking feeling it was all my fault, all my fault that i let myself get close enough to kill him. i was only safe at home were those thought can never reach my mind again. after i finish this program i’m quitting, there’s no use anymore, without gaming and without my own self i just can’t do this dumb job anymore, i have no more purpose and i have no more motivation. i walked swiftly to my bosses office eager to leave right now, giving in to my absolute disappointment in my life. Jim: what are you doing here, your shift doesn't end until five forty. look i’m sorry for this but i’m quitting ok. JIm: what do you mean, this is a high paying job, and you have a dam day off on fridays and wednesdays, hell i’m even a decent boss, why would you just quit. I’m done, he left the office and walked down the hall. he than heard someone say  something. Jake said angrily” it's impossible, every time try to do one of trevor's off road missions i fail everytime, and i’m so close you know, but i guess the programmers were aiming at making GTA a long lasting game with an infinite goal of attempting to getting a hundred percent,” hmm i never thought about trying to get a hundred percent. a hundred percent, an infinite goal, this goal it fills me with purpose again, i feel happier and almost excited, to get started on this mission. and since i’m with my parent right now protected from the feeling, and i quit my job, i’ll have all the time in the world to accomplish this goal.

 

So far

It's been a day since I have had any food or water. So far, i’m on my longest streak ever,  twenty four hours total. as you can see i have been hard at it trying to progress. So far I have completed exactly ninety percent of the game. I know i can prove that the programmers did intend for someone somewhere to get one hundred percent. i just know it's possible, But I should stop thinking and writing so I can just complete this game. Forty eight hours, now I’m on my hot streak and i finally managed to complete the fifth mission of Trevor's off road missions. so close i can feel it. i opened up the settings menu and went to progress, it said ninety nine percent, i was this close all i had to do was one more thing and i will complete it. But then suddenly it began to happen again, I started hearing the voices again from, from a week ago. the voice says to me again louder and clearer: kill them, i know you know they're here, right above your room. its just the game, it's just the game, i just have to stop thinking about them, it's not like they can possess me, not after i’ve seen that my parent were ok, i’m just having wild thought, it not as if its anything, it must be nothing, nothing to. the voices” the gun, it in your safe go get it” wow i hear it again, and i suddenly feel more tired. Voices”sleep, sleep.” the voices are telling me to sleep, maybe i shouldn’t, it might do it. though i have lived here all my life, and even though it feels convincing it’s not like it will do anything. Voices ”that's right, do it” although maybe i should just go to sleep for a sec and recharge after I recharge I will feel better. He than began hearing the voices “Yes sleep, sleep, just like before, we will do this right”. He than feels really tired and begins to feel as if he was drifting off to sleep. The Voices’ now get up, you are a GTA player, finish your mission”.

 

I didn’t do it

Huh, i can’t believe it i had that dream again, it was, horrifying this time, instead of feeling like a vivid dream it felt so, so real that actually felt like i was awake this time only the voices were in it telling what to do with no will. he looks around and notices he is back in his house. but i don’t understand why i’m oh- wait. Roffbe notices a smudge of blood on his left and, and a gun in the other. What did i do last night. he than makes a worried look on his face. He immediately jumps off the bed and notices blood stains all over his bed sheets and blanket. I couldn’t of, i was…..at home. i was supposed to be safe there, but if i was then why would go home with blood and a gun unless I actually…..kIlled someone. He runs immediately downstairs, only thinking to himself that he has to know if or who he killed, but he had also to be sure it wasn’t his family. But as soon as he made it downstairs it was to late his parent were murdered by him, by Roffbe. There were Two words written on the wall, he knew immediately what it was. MIssion Passed he read out loud to himself. It was spelled out in guts and organs all over his wall. There. that's what happened and it wasn’t me, after this happened i have killed five more people, i have barely even been here these past three weeks, each time it happened it doubled, The tIme after my parents parents murder I killed someone again, it was there next door neighbor, than their friend from across the street, than the last time it happened it lasted for a week and three random people were murdered. I guess This will be it for me. He than finishes the last sentence of his story and drops the computer into the water with him in it to die by electrocution. I will do anything to protect anyone from Roffbe.