Bandersnatch

How hard can it be to create sensory experiences for someone who hasn't felt the night breeze on his skin for more than twenty years. The metallic taste of fear remains in the mouth, and remains a lump in the throat and a plug in the head. Life is like Bandersnatch, but unlike it, you don't choose your adventure, someone else does it for you, and if you are not lucky idiotic criminals choose your adventure for you, maybe it happens even if you are lucky. Luck is rationed, like everything else. Sometimes one's luck is like a dead gorilla, and it cheats you like a cheating female penguin while power bloodies you for fighting for it. Games might be like Bandersnatch, or even real-time strategy or simulators but what they shouldn't be are as simple as they are. Genuine respect and reverence gets trampled and when it does one gets a clear idea of who is in control. Only the ones who can't identify genuine respect and reverence are in control and they can't identify it because they do not have any concept of it in their minds. It's mathematics, it's programming, but then humans are not that simple and so someone has to show and tell these bastards this fact. Gods don't satisfy their narcissism on the internet, neither they crawl on the dark web. Heck, dark web wouldn't even exist if there actually was a God. God is inside a person, and He or She gives the snake its fangs, the crocodile its jaws and the rabbit its agility. Sometimes one who looks like a rabbit might be an apex predator of a kind that hunts only apex predators. That's the funny thing about life, it may be made into Bandersnatch but it might not turn out to be one. The kids who don't like playing, shouldn't be forced to, because there is a reason why they don't like playing. The real test of character is how you treat others when there are no consequences, and well, the ancient civilization failed in it.