imaginação.

>Snowing out
>Look around
>Noone else outside
>I am now a warrior travelling through the lifeless Arctic

>Dead of night
>Look out window
>Look up and down street
>No one, only a few lights on in houses
>Zombie apocalypse

>eating cheap microwaved noodles
>I am sitting at a ramen stand in future tokyo

>Walking home just before nightfall (after dusk but before dark)
>Walk through this quiet grassy area, almost foresty
>No sound except for my footsteps, no one around but me
>I am a STALKER, traversing the miserable expanses of the Zone.

>On the sidewalk to my house, about a minute away
>Realize I'm the only one there and there's no cars around
>I am the sole survivor in a post-apocalyptic world, making my way to safety before They come out.

>Wave hand in front of automatic door as I walk in
>I am now a Jedi

>It's raining lightly, overcast
>Outside smoking
>I'm a hitman about to carry out the deed, just enjoying the atmosphere before I gotta high-tail it outta there.

>Two street lights in the foggy distance
>No one is around
>The final battle
>I throw powerful magic at the demon's glaring eyes

>Raining outside
>Wear jacket
>Pull up hands into my sleeves
>Pull up hood
>I AM NOW A ASSASSIN

>Loud crash outside
>Go to sister's room and grab cracked bat
>My journey begins now

>having a smoke
>listening to jazz
>detective noir

>Walking down street at night
>Someone walking towards you
>He'll attack with a knife and I'll counter him and kill him.

>Alone, smoking while I walk with heavy boots on wearing jeans and a knee long trenchcoat
>Imagine wearing a bag and a some sort of semi-auto rifle on my back
>I am the lonely road warrior on an eternal journey

>walking dog with girlfriend
>grey sky, washed out, cracked concrete, thorny bushes everywhere
>getting dark
>"night soon fellow stalker..."
>"what?"
>"nothing."

>Stay the night at a friend's house
>Old ass house
>Wake up in the middle of the night to piss
>Survival Horror

>Walk from kitchen to bedroom with butter knife
>Switch to tactical grip
>I am now in the special forces

>Walking dog
>Look around
>No one else around
>Start walking in low crouch, hands up, eyes staring into the distance
>Dog starts following in stalking mode
>We are hunting a woolly mammoth

>Havent been on computer for a day
>Get home
>Sit on chair
>Spin it forward
>"All systems are go captain"
>Turn on computer

>Have to shit
>Go into bathroom
>Turn off all the lights
>Pretend I'm hiding from zombies
>Shit quietly as possible

>Night time
>Taking a long drive back home
>No other cars on the road
>Driving my battlewagon through the wake of a zombie apocalypse

>Walking through campus in the light rain
>cold out, boots jacket and long pants on.
>take a short cut through some new building construction, roads all torn up, Concrete and bricks everywhere
>Lost Soldier moving through the ruined city to get back to HQ.

>Talking to people at school.
>Have a great or bad conversation
>Imagine the conversation is at the bottom left corner of my eyes with the chat like in TF2.

>Attend major gaming tournament.
>Crowd cheers as I defeat my opponent.
>I am a modern day gladiator.

>someone asks for some gum
>give them a piece
>I'm all outta gum
>I kick their ass

>driving down long, straight road at night, SNOWING (this part is important)
>have other people in car
>no one else on road
>captain, we are ready for warp speed
>punch it
>floor the gas

>walking up a steep hill path
>its snowing
>I am now a sniper for the ncr traveling to a high mountain to take out a high value legion target north of the mojave

>cold, raining
>dressed in nice clothes, meeting some friends at a shitty looking run down awesome bar
>I am a spy, going in to meet my contact

>drivin my motorbike
>see another motorbike
>he's my nemesis now

>Live near medical school with Heli traffic coming in and out all the fucking time
>Walking to bar near my house at night
>have to walk through small quiet dark neighborhood
>Two helicopters flying in fairly low
>"Theres our air support, lets move out"

>Play a lot of GTA
>Go downtown IRL
>Free cars everywhere

>outside cleaning the yard
>pick up red crowbar
>"I am Gordon Freeman"
>Sneak around house
>Put it down
>Continue lame life

>Being yelled at by people
>Move my dialogue wheel to the left and down
>"I should go."

>Red Sky in the morning
>Walking to the store
>really foggy and thunder in the distance
>turn to the random guy next to me "Blowout soon fellow stalker."
>"Oh really? When."
>Insta-Bro

>finish showering
>turn off shower
>fling curtain open
>stand there, dripping wet, pretending to be a superhuman who has just been thawed from cryogenics
>step one foot out of the shower
>then the next
>raise arms slowly, look at hands
>breathe heavier

>>hands are dirty
>>go to washroom to wash
>>wash slowly and methodically, trying to get all the blood off
>>look up into the mirror and wonder how long it has to be like this