The feeling i got when i took my first shot, or got my first chainsaw kill. The sense of immortality when i take someone out. The power to end their life, their pain, is unbelievable. The fear i get when I’m ambushed and surrounded with no help, pushes me beyond my limit to where i can take on any number of foes. I know that no matter what happens i have to keep my finger on the trigger, and that my gun is my life. I can hear a chainsaw revving up in the background along with the screams and cries of an enemy a comrade just dropped. I have the knowledge that i can squish an enemy like an ant, or snap them like a twig. This knowledge makes me feel godly. I’m so high and mighty i have become unbalanced. I begin to fall. My life comes and my life goes. Until my high has become a low. Game over, and my confidence has suffered a tragic blow.