I have many a qualm with this game. The first thing you are greeted with upon opening this game is a message telling you to insert a finger into one of the USB ports on your computer. That's all fine and dandy, I understand that technology has advanced since I was a child. What isn't fine or dandy is what happens after you lodge an appendage in the port. The USB port clamped down on my poor phalange and inserted some piece of technological horror into my bloodstream. Minutes later, my mind felt different. I felt lighter, stronger. Felt like a god, and it felt good for a while. Day in day out I finally found happiness in my new body- that is until one day the US army knocks on my door and seizes me. Blindfold, gag, tied my hands- the works. An indeterminable amount of time passed before I was awoken with a loud midi sound piercing through my ears into the very center of my brain. I open my eyes to see myself in a virtual world. I see my hands, pixelated and beyond any horror 20s writers could fathom to imagine. I can not speak, merely grunt. No matter how hard I try to scream I can't make a noise louder than a brief hrppmh. My eyes welt up with tears then widen with fear as a terror from beyond approaches me. Before it has the chance to touch me I hear a voice- a human voice. "you can't say here solider, run out the exit and grab the first gun you see!" is all I heard before I was following the first order- run. I ran until my stamina had far outrun its course and I panted for breath. Pain and confusion were combined to make me more dangerous then I have ever felt before. Then, at the climax of my rage born of confusion and blood curdling fear, I see a shotgun at my feet. I follow my captors instructions and grab it. As I pick it up, another hellish monstrosity approaches me making noises I can only describe as dissonance. What was it my captor told me? I would need this gun... To kill, right? Sweat drenches my forehead as I set the aim on the demon, now looking upon me in sorrow. Kill. After I pull the trigger and slay the beast, I see black. My ears ring as I pass out and fall to the floor. Time passes and after what had to have been hours, I wake up to the sent of rotting meat. I am real again. A tear falls down my cheek in glee as a realize it was all just a dream- until I sit up. A dead Pakistani mother with a child in her arms, recently deceased. Death due to shotgun wound. Thanks a lot, video games!