On the 21st of April 2025, leading into the following night, I watched the second episode of HBO's The Last of Us Season 2. Exactly as I expected, I was once again torn to pieces by the horrid events that had once been rendered onto my screen by my PS5.

I was once again feeling a long dormant lust for blood and revenge, and after flooding my brain with appropriate music, I once again found my feelings manifesting as reprehensible and brutal actions inflicted upon seemingly innocent players in a number of GTA Online lobbies.

As hinted by my use of "once again", this had happened before for a multitude of reasons throughout the years. However, as music from TLOU2 played in my head, I started to slowly question the morality of my actions. With each fallen player and blown up multi-million-dollar vehicle, I was starting to see myself in these players; one had a vehicle with a paint job similar to my own, some had usernames or behavioral patterns that I found familiar or relatable.

Directly reflecting the themes and events of TLOU2, I was recognizing my own cycle of violence and the people I once saw as enemies that wronged me now looked like reflections of myself. This is when I stopped and parked my armored, HSW powered Buffalo EVX in a parking garage on Meteor St, activated Out of Sight, and started writing this confession. I was compelled to do so because the events of the past couple hours seemed downright unbelievable unless written down, yet not even hastily writing these frantic thoughts down could tell the whole story, let alone make anyone take them seriously.