I had blown off my left arm with an explosive and implicated myself for associating with nazis. Both incidents were planned in an attempt to disqualify my eligibility for being drafted into the the military. Shortly after being dismissed, I sat on the floor and broke down crying after realizing the consequences of my actions.

I was playing as the Pyro on the RED team on 2fort. I was camping around the BLU intel area and upgrading various perks that I had unlocked. One of them called “Gas Bloodstream”, which increased the fire rate of my flamethrower. I heard a Heavy in the distance asking someone to “please hand the ball”.

I was playing 100% Orange Juice with a mouth stuffed full of guava. I must’ve passed out at some point because a friend who was hanging out in the room wasn’t there anymore.

My dad was painting as he sat on the top deck of our house in the mountains. He asked me for feedback as I looked at the canvas. I pointed out that the angles of some of the lines of the house seemed to be off.

I was watching someone play Baldur’s Gate 3 and they were grinding one of the early zones. The other players had already moved on from the place but they really wanted to get a full armor set. They eventually got an item which granted so much move speed that it trivialized the rest of game.

We were traveling by rail when my friend told me that he planned to rob the group of laborers who were sleeping in one of the boxcars. When night came I woke up to the sound of him prying open the door to the container and I stood up in disbelief, knocking over a metal water bottle. He glared at me in response despite the fact that his clanging was much noisier.

I got to campus and dropped my bag off in my locker before heading straight to the library to use the computers. Save for the occasional pee break, I managed to sit there drawing for nearly the entire day. During one of my trips to the restroom, someone told me that the library was closing early today for some kind of green initiative. I looked at my watch and planned to leave sometime before 6:50 PM when I realized that I hadn’t even stopped for lunch today.

There was a physics textbook titled 5th Elements on the table. A friend was practicing his IPA in his notebook. I looked over and said that I didn’t know he was a freshman and told him that I was a linguistics major too. He asked me if I had ever deep fried croquettes with the professors. I had to remind him that I went to a different school. He offered to hang out later and I told him I’d be down.

I watched a man hang onto the windshield of a SUV as it circled and swerved around in the grass. Eventually the car got caught up in some vines and the person on top was thrown off into the bushes. He quickly bounced back onto his feet and assured us he wasn’t hurt, just itchy due to landing on some thorny plants. “But the good kind of itchy”, he said as the three of us walked away from the car.

My parents and I entered a large for storey complex which was being used as the venue for a nightlong survival game. The brutalist building of pure concrete had a labyrinth of rooms inside. Traversing the floors felt like walking through a dimly lit parking lot. As our only objective was to survive the night, our best bet was to simply hide in one of the hundreds of rooms and hope that no one found us before the sun came up. When we got to the fourth floor, we were greeted with a sign that there were pokemon here available to catch.