I love seeing people walking by with little smiles on their face because something small happened that made them happy. Maybe they got a cute text, maybe they got laid, maybe they killed a man. You will never know.
imagine trying to take a shit while in the arena
like with cameras everywhere and the constant fear of being killed
and like what would happen if someone popped up and killed you mid poop
and you became know as the person who died mid poop during the hunger games
Now imagine that I ask you to remember something - either with a verbal suggestion or by making you watch a tape of the event - and while that experience is refreshed, I give you a dose of tracker jacker venom.
Not enough to induce a three-day blackout. Just enough to infuse the memory with fear and doubt.
Just some of the reasons I spend half my life on the computer.
This is why I hate the stereotype of the Internet and people on the Internet. This is exactly why I love the Internet. Society needs to realize this.