[ WP ] In the future a super realistic and advanced virtual reality based war game is released . Shortly afterwards the players start to show signs of PTSD from time spent in the virtual world .

Nightmares of those who died by my side and those I killed plague me. I know it was only a game, but that does n't mean the bonds I made with my teammates are n't real. My god, how could people actually do this? How could people willingly do this? 
 
 The first time I entered the game I was ecstatic, I was always ecstatic about getting a new game. I could n't wait to start playing this. I joined a lobby and I see 11 other players, all of them were excited as I was. 
 
 Finally we are split up into two teams and I hear from all around me, `` In this game mode you only have one life. If you are killed by an enemy player and/or you kill yourself, purposefully or accidentally, you will not respawn. You will instead spectate your teammates playing but you can not speak to them while spectating.'' 
 
 Sounds like any other FPS game, no biggie. I look around at the people I am grouped with and instead of usernames, I see their real names. SteveW, TylerG, NickZ, XavierT, and TomQ. They look at me and they apparently see the same thing, judging by the looks on their faces. We all give each other a thumbs up and see the map being built around us. 
 
 Such a wonderful sight to see an entire world being built around us! The buildings look amazing, and the clothes I'm wearing look so real! Hell, even the dust on my boots looks real! 
 
 I swivel my head to continue watching and a screen appears in front of my face. I again hear the same voice from the lobby say, `` This is the armory, please choose a weapon and wait for the match to begin.'' I look upwards and see a timer counting down from 15 seconds. 
 
 15... 14... 13... 12... 11... 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. 
 
 I feel the weapon in my hands and I gently caress the weapon I hold. It's so sleek and smooth, weightless too. I look at my teammates and see them doing the same thing. We all look at one another and nod, we're gon na make this a great first match. Oh, how I was wrong. 
 
 Me and NickZ are walking around inspecting the map and we see a fleeting shadow. An enemy perhaps! We split up and circle the building he went into, as I near the entrance I hear something that will never leave me. The scream of NickZ, then a single gunshot. I had to tell myself that it was just a game, but something inside of me told me it was n't, it told me to go to my teammate and see if he's fine. 
 
 I stealthily crawled around the front of the building and I cautiously peer from behind the corner, then I vomited. NickZ lay there mouth agape and eyes wide open, with single hole in his head. I run over to him and ca n't help but cradle him. 
 
 His limp body does n't register to me and all I can do is slap his cheek and yell at him, `` Wake up! Wake up damnit!'' 
 
 It was for naught though, his body remained unresponsive and I continued cradling him. How is this a game? How is this not real? I can feel his cold skin against mine and I can feel his blood seeping through my boots. 
 
 As I lay there with NickZ in my arms I feel the cold barrel of a gun behind my head accompanied with somebody whispering to me, `` Nighty night bastard.'' Then everything was black for a moment, then I saw myself cradling NickZ. 
 
 I did n't understand, how can I be looking at me from behind? Then I see a silver pistol enter the view and I realize what it is. It's a kill cam. As I shake my head I hear them say again, `` Nighty night bastard.'' Then it ended and was replaced with another person's point of view. 
 
 This is n't happening. This is just a game. This is n't real. This ca n't be real. I know what this is. Spectator mode. From there it was all downhill. I saw them all die. I saw their deaths. I saw my teammates get killed ruthlessly. I was crying after my second teammate died. I had to keep telling myself this was n't real. That did not change the fact that I saw them all die, no, I saw them get massacred. The worst part is that despite all my yelling, I knew they would never be able to hear me. I was powerless to stop their demise. I watched them all die and I could not stop any of it. 
 
 After that I got off the game and threw it away. There was nothing that I wanted to do but lay in bed and sleep. The sleep did n't help though. I kept on seeing my teammates die, and I was still powerless to help. Despite all the abilities I had, I could not save a single one of them, not even in my nightmares.
