my_name_LEGION

My first kill was a miserable experience. I felt bad after I closed the game and went to work. I felt bad when I got home and felt bad when I logged back in. I still feel bad about a few people I shot because I was simply unsure about their intentions and had rather not find out the hard way. This is why this game is feels real to me. It feels important. It feels relevant. I still regret hurting a video game avatar all because this game extracts from people their true tendencies. I want to think I am a helper not a hurter. I want to be part of a big group of survivors interested in maintaining a ZED FREE zone, where we can interact without our weapons drawn, but be united by the common threat. But, just like real life, self interest and selfishness of one or two people can poison your whole outlook. In "real life" I have no doubt that if a roving gang of teens found me in a grocery store scrounging up supplies to last the night for my family, they’d rape and kill every last one of us for shits and giggles, but I still feel bad when I have to put someone down because I was too afraid to say "hello." I would also like to think that a band of survivors, under strong leadership, with vision and courage, would be capable of returning cherno or any other urban area into a civil zone fit for social and commercial interaction. The potential for this fiction is vast. I cant wait to see whats next.