Cerise your madness mimics my own. Thank you.
I picture everything that happens, I actually HEAR people talking to me, and I hear the tone of the voice and the clang of weapons and the sound of the feet moving and feel the dust clouds being kicked up on my skin.
When I pkilled I smelled the fear of my targets, or in the case of them winning the fight, I saw the bloodlust in their eyes. I tasted their sweat and smelled their must.
All in all the immersion was euphoric...
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