I didn’t sleep well last night. I had disturbing, unhappy dreams. I suspected I would, so maybe I sub-consciously caused them to happen.
But I’m still blaming Red Dead Redemption. Something happened in the game last night that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand out. There were only a few second of fore-shadowing that something was Wrong. Not enough for me to prepare myself. And then, there it was.
And I was totally creeped out. After I quit playing the imagery and the event stuck with me; I couldn’t shake it.
This relates a bit to my last role-play post. I think 95% of people will bounce right over this event without a second thought, but I was so “in the world” that I bought into it hook, line and sinker.
Being killed by a mountain lion? I know that one gets me all tied up. Just so random, but you usually can tell when one is around by the behavior of the wildlife.
Yeah, the first time I was attacked by a mountain lion I totally freaked out!! LOL! But nope, that’s not what I’m talking about. The reason it creeped me out so much was that it totally took me by surprise, with just a few seconds of “uh-oh” in my head to spike the creepy-factor. If I mention where or when it happens, I think it’d ruin the experience.
And in a way it was a ‘perfect storm’ for me, since I’d been playing for a while without interruption and was totally wearing Marsten’s skin when it happened. The real world had totally evaporated away and I was in the old west.