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Do you think you could murder someone?
I'll set the scene for you.
You're walking home and are about 5 minutes from your house. On the way you see a man running towards you with a blood-soaked, white t-shirt. You don't know him but you know where he lives after living there for so long and have seen him walking into his house a few times.
He runs past you holding a black handbag and with a scared look on his face.
You feel worried after seeing the blood on his shirt, but just carry on walking home with the vain hope that everything is OK.
You arrive home to see your mum (or dad, nan, grandad, sibling) [anyone closest to you] lying on the floor - dead. You are sure of it after checking for pulse, etc. They've received a stab-wound to the chest and there's blood everywhere and the place is a mess.
Now, what do you feel? What is the next thing you do?
You think you have an idea of who's done it after seeing the man running past you before getting home.
You know where this man lives, so you could go there now and hurt him before the police arrive. But you aren't sure.
What do you feel? Could you murder someone who's done that type of thing? Beat them to a pulp? Leave it for the police to deal with?
> Survival of the fittest, its in human nature.
That's me screwed then!
But I'm over-protective like that. I'm 6'5 and and medium built and I've just stopped growing, so although maybe it's not true, i'd have the confidence to take on anyone. But only if they'd hit my family.
Sheepy: Happy as ever
I'll set a scene for you now :
You wake up, it's Monday morning at 7am. You still feel grotty as hell from the beer you drank on friday night, you know that you'll be working until perhaps 9pm, you have a very stressful day ahead of you indeed, probably little or no time to stop for lunch or even a coffee. It's christmas soon and you haven't bought a damn thing for anyone, something you resent doing anyway as in your opinion it's all a big money making scam. Your weekends are becoming so laborious you actually look forward to work even though sometimes you feel you will buckle under the pressure. You're not getting enough exercise and have very little time to fit any in anyway, something you sorely miss. You've no current girlfriend. This wouldn't bother you so much if it wasn't for the vast majority of friends who do, which means nights out with friends are getting fewer and far between and feelings of exclusion are manifesting more and more often. People driving at 30mph in 40mph zones make you so irritable you fantasise about acting out a scene from Grand Theft Auto. Music is your only solace, although you find it harder to lose yourself in it as you find it more difficult to relax. True relaxation and contentment seems beyond your reach, except when drunk off your ass, which isn't doing you any favours and is a runaway train to an early grave. Your biggest fear is that of a loved one dying on you, a fear that may or may not be well founded, but which has the same detrimental effect on the psyche. Whenever you hear laughter in a public place, you are so sure it is directed at you. You feel nothing but hatred for the complete strangers oblivious to your unhinged condition. A snowballing of emotions gradually take over and control your entire being, you are fuelled by malice and fear, clueless as to who it should be directed at. Confused, desperately searching for an Equilibrium that so many others seem to have found. Rapidly losing faith that it is attainable.
You wake up ..... you must have dozed off again. You are nearly an hour late for work. The red mist clouds over your vision. Everything becomes clear, the pain temporarily vanishes. You decide you will avoid work altogether and instead proceed to the nearest town centre. On the way you stop at a DIY store for some assorted garden tools, masonry equipment and edged cutting tools. You figure you could take down 8 or 9 people before you are overpowered, but you always were an optimist .....
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I miss English Lit classes. I think my teachers used to think I was a bit of a Ted Loon, as a lot of my stories seemed to involve people losing the plot.
I spent 3 hours on San Andreas today. With that and watching American Psycho last night I have massacres on the brain. Stay tuned for the killing spree alternate ending of Shrek. That donkey will make a fine kebab.
You cant say until its actually happened.
But if i was attacked by someone with a knife and the only way to stop them from trying to kill me was to kill him, i think i would.
Survival of the fittest, its in human nature.
I doubt your relation would want you banged up in jail for manslaughter.
Probably just sit there and cry to be honest.