Years ago people did not have any ways to exert pain on another person without injuring the other person. Then video games came out, so instead of throwing rocks at people causing much pain, you could hurl fireballs and bombs and just laugh because no one felt anything but the agony of defeat. Video games themselves have come along way in the past few years. From the years of Atari, with two bit graphics and stick people, to today's Nintendo and Playstation that seems near virtual reality. Video games are now so realistic that you feel as if you become part of the game.
             One person running like an antelope from his predator, the defense. Then with ease he turns up field. His smooth strides barely touching the dark green grass. In the blink of an eye, the antelope becomes a ram as the defense approaches. The runner becomes a thick piece of ham between two fat pieces of bread, and they all fall down. Sweat pouring, bone crushing, adrenaline flowing, blood falling, heat rising, football. POP! No, not the runner's knees on the next play.
             The ship flies by as bullets, missiles and enemy planes reflect off its metal. It almost looks like a shooting star, because of its amazing speed. It goes through what seems to be an endless tunnel, but then there is a light. As beautiful as a dove's wings on a spring morning, and as piercing to the eye as nails on a chalkboard are to the ear. The ship's flight is put to a halt, as an asteroid damages the gas tank. The ship falls out of the sky, like an avalanche of snow, cascading down a mountain. The ship blows up, and the fire looks like a blooming rose on a hot summer's day. The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh and metal.
             Stomach-turning, heart-pumping, throat-drying, killer instincts. POP! Not the sound of enemy ships blowing up.
             The player with the ball is thrown away, and the other team grabs it. They pursue upcourt as the other team is scream
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