The sounds of gunfire come from the room nextdoor. The pound and the kerplick of a shotgun being reloaded over and over, followed by groans grunts and the occasional scream. The patter of machine gun fire is echoed by the ping of bullets flying off walls eventually resulting in even more groans grunts and the occasional scream.
You may be surprised to find out that an attack is being carried out against a human mind caught in a feedback loop. The resounding satisfaction of steel into flesh distracts from knife of emptiness and loneliness that slowly tears through the center of our hero's being. Blinded by the ever growing entourage of monsters and minions of evil undead that must be destroyed our hero rages on through the night - dedicated to defeating the feeling of emptiness and loneliness that tears him up. The feeling does indeed fade, but the knife is always there, always cutting and slicing through something real.
You may be surprised to find out that an attack is being carried out against a human mind caught in a feedback loop. The resounding satisfaction of steel into flesh distracts from knife of emptiness and loneliness that slowly tears through the center of our hero's being. Blinded by the ever growing entourage of monsters and minions of evil undead that must be destroyed our hero rages on through the night - dedicated to defeating the feeling of emptiness and loneliness that tears him up. The feeling does indeed fade, but the knife is always there, always cutting and slicing through something real.
