“Let Me Tell You” is a fiction series that makes you feel bad for the people you hate online.
You had a stressful day at work, and all you wanted to do when you got home was crack open a Tecate, load up Call of Duty, and blow off some steam by painting the walls with some random’s pixelated brains.
You joined a game and went on the hunt for a sniping spot. As you turned a corner, your screen flashed red and you were on the ground, the recipient of a nasty head wound. “Damn, that was fast”, you thought, as you waited for a respawn.
The second you rezzed, your avatar was again reduced to a crumpled heap. You watched while a player crouched repeatedly over your corpse’s face. You took note of his name, XxSniperXx, and dedicated the rest of the match to repeatedly fragging him.
The next time you spawned, you were barely able to take four steps before you were gibbed from behind with a knife. Your anger ratcheted up a few notches as xXSniperXx once again scraped his virtual nut-sack across your avatar’s nose.