We are the players. None of us know how we got here. All we know is that they want us to play. Forever. They have all of the games we like, from LittleBig Planet to Call of Duty. They even let us use our old PSN accounts and XBL gamertags.

We never eat. They don’t let us move from where we sit. Instead, they feed us with IVs. They give us medicine that they hope starves off the ill effects of non stop gaming.

Some of us have gone insane. The ones who do lose their minds leave and never come back. We don’t know where they take them. And we don’t care. All we want to do is play.

Whenever someone tries to stand up or leave, they are forced to sit back down. And play. I don’t know how they find the strength to stand. My joints are sore. I can’t even sit up straight.

We’re all sick to our stomachs, and they know that. They don’t let us vomit. They gave us medicine that caused our throats to seal up. Barely any of us speak anymore. All we do is play. And that’s all we’ll ever do.

There's no telling day from night here. They always keep the lights on. Why does it matter anyway? All we ever do is play. We don't sleep.

I’m sending this to my friend over XBL in hopes that he’ll put it somewhere for the world to see. If you read this, I beg you. It’s too late for me, but save the others. Take them somewhere where they will never have to face another TV or computer screen again. But leave me. I think I’ll just keep playing.