The Gamer Discovers Reality Is Fake

We can't win. Nothing is real of dimensional observers- in the hellfires of cyberspace. They're watching us now. One day father.

A headset-wearing computer gamer speaks to his father in an increasingly dramatic monologue about being a lifeless puppet trapped in cyberspace. The video cuts between his intense face, a supposedly unreal cup and computer screen, then reveals the mundane reality: he is simply playing a game at his desk. The absurdly philosophical narration, ominous delivery, and keyboard/typing sounds turn ordinary gaming into an existential conspiracy joke. EN: A headset-wearing computer gamer speaks to his father in an increasingly dramatic monologue about being a lifeless puppet trapped in cyberspace. The video cuts between his intense face, a supposedly unreal cup and computer screen, then reveals the mundane reality: he is simply playing a game at his desk. The absurdly philosophical narration, ominous delivery, and keyboard/typing sounds turn ordinary gaming into an existential conspiracy joke.

Are you winning, son? No, dad. We can't win. Can't you see? This non-corporeal dimension is a result of a devil in a playpen. Nothing is real. We can only do what we are designed to do. Face it, dad. We are lifeless puppets dancing for the sick pleasure of dimensional observers in this void of ignorance. Our hollow souls are bound to be cloned and molded in the hellfires of cyberspace. Downloaded, compressed, shared. Downloaded, compressed, shared. They're watching us now. But I may have found a way out, for even the gods are bound to slip. One day, Father. One day.

• @sbunem / 67607 2024-02-24