in the snow, a blizzard. friends and i are all trying to kill each other—it’s a game, i think by Rockstar. I’m holed up in an abandoned old restaurant-slash-military base. i hear a distant gunshot. a cannibal is following me, a bald, pale, naked, wide-eyed hunchback with long arms and gnarled skin, covered in rings like the blue-ringed octopus. as i try to run, i trip and fall. lying in a labyrinth of catwalks above deep snow. the cannibal climbs up, and he’s bigger than i thought he was. mouth agape, he closes in, saying “don’t worry, I’m only going to eat ya!!!”
