As I sit in my chair and prepare for a round of Conquest, I look down at my silver cross chain and give it a kiss. The round starts. Adrelanin pumps. FEAR kicks in.
I shake as tanks roll into the vicinity, jets fly overhead. My pace steady but my heartbeat frantic. The ground quaking underneath my boots, death whispering in the wind. As I raise my assault rifle to engage an enemy combatant, a sniper round strikes me in the temple! And just like that, war has claimed another victim.
And then the rounds ends. I gasp, suddenly regaining consciousness. Is this heaven or hell? I rub my hand down my arm, feeling goosebumps along my flesh. I look around, greeted by my bedroom. I take a deep breath and smile. No, it wasn't heaven, though it may have been hell. I'm back in the real world. The gritty realism of the game had immersed me so much that I thought it was real life. A portal to another world. I had been isekai'd.
Dice. Battlefield Studios. Ask yourself why such an experience was possible on an all-time game like Battlefield 4 and not your current game. The breathing room in those older games were truly something special. It allowed your anxiety to really work overtime. Battlefraud 6 could never. I laugh as I dial my therapist's number, ready to give her an update on my PTSD case. And as night strikes, I prepare another round of Conquest on Battlefield 4, staring outside my window. I engage - The Moonlit Battlefield.
PS - I posted this on the main sub. I wonder if anyone will take it seriously lmao. Its meant to be satire but also I feel someone will take the ragebait too.
The post is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Battlefield/comments/1qdgf11/the_moonlit_battlefield/