I play FPS game like Bioshock to keep my mind nimble.
Similar, but when the “FP” is trying to “S” you, and not just on the TV screen, it gets real. Stings too, but not too badly.
No, when it’s also physical, it can become the thing, and the whole of the thing; it’s the RCOB we speak of here sometimes, the primal reaction stuff. It reaches right down your spinal cord into that Fight or Flight stuff that’s in the DNA since we were proto-weasels. Not necessarily rage, but something close to real Combat Mode without actual death and blood around you. I’ve been to visit berserk but it didn’t own me. Completely. Mostly. This time. I think.
When you’re into it, the hardest thing in the world to do is to remain human; cognizant and intelligent. It is too damn easy to go completely animal, to let the Beast out of the Box. Sabre does this best, because you fight with the cutting edge as well as the point, and the hits are quite a bit harder. It’s a fight with long knives, mostly. Now, in the middle of that, formulate a 3 or 4 step plan of attack, analyze your opponent’s reaction time, reach, speed, strength, balance, control, and weak zones. How simple or complex is their game? Do they fight or run? Test that with repeated feints mixed up in other actions to hide them. Then attack when they’re just a little off balance, a little too close. Impose your will with ferocity. Dominate the environment through strength and guile. You are the Grand Vizier of mind games, and the Alpha baboon howling at the moon at the same time. It’s the ultimate confidence builder, and a rush nearly equal to surviving a two wheel drift on a motorcycle.
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