[ 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 .

I hope this is ok, but it's actually a true story. The game setting is different, but the emotions and mild PTSD from it are real. 
 
 This is the story of Leon. 
 
 Haven. A wild forest filled with good things to eat. Hearth. Our first home on the river bank, little more than a fire and some drying racks. We decided to name it Two Rivers, after the winding waters around us that made the island we settled in. 
 
 With hard industrious work, we managed to erect our first palisade. Some homes, and work was started on the mine. We were fresh in the world, and somehow managed to survive the occasional boar wandering in the woods. We quickly met our neighbours, each of our little settlements dotting the nearby lake like a small constellation. Donkey Punch to the north, Viridian City to the south east. 
 
 We quickly banded together to form a defensive pact. Viridian were a peaceful set, but had access to a very good quality iron vein. Donkey Punch were ruled by an eccentric man, but he claimed to know his way around a sword. Industriously we built, peace to be had for a time. 
 
 Then the Teletubbies struck. It was a vicious and brutal campaign. Twenty men armed with cheap but effective bronze, they ravaged their neighbours. Answering a call, Zach and Leon boated to the defense of Viridian against griefers. 
 
 Zach did not leave those beaches. 
 
 It was a trap. They had been waiting in the forest, at least ten strong. When we hit sand, Leon saw movement. He screamed at Zach to get into the boats, but it was too late. Desperately trying to get him on board, he was slowly dragged and beaten to his death on those shores. In this world, death is permanent. Zach would never walk the forests again, and his owner never made another to rise in the world of Haven. 
 
 Leon though, had issues from his attempted rescue. One of the Teletubbies had boarded his boat and for the next three quarters of an hour an intense boat chase took place on the lake. It started with five against him, slowly he whittled down their persistence to three. And in a breaking moment, a split second, Leon managed to escape to hearth teleport home. 
 
 Then, the heartbreaking news hit. Zach had the palisade keys on him. There was no way to change the lock, and the invaders would find our home soon. Quickly evacuating, as much of value was hauled out of our camp into a secondary enclosure we'd set up nearby. Leon stood at the gates and fought two more invaders to a standstill giving enough time to evacuate. 
 
 The loss of the Two Rivers was enough that we did n't want to risk living there anymore. We lost another to a sling stone over the walls, he had n't been careful about standing idly outside where snipers could see him. Two dead, never to return, two left, and two newcomers joining from a smaller camp to the south. 
 
 We could n't go on living like this in the cramped secondary encampement. But we did n't want to spend the resources to repair the original and almost as cramped Two Rivers encampment, so we moved in with our northern ally. And so four entered the town of Donkey Punch. 
 
 Little did we know, more pain and bloodshed awaited us.
