There is heavy fighting taking place in Dublin, Ireland. I was sitting on a rooftop, eating a sandwich and drinking a bottle of whiskey, while cleaning my sniper. Despite knowing it is dangerous, I decide to smoke a cigarette and instantly a bullet hits the roof. An armored car of the Irish Free State forces arrives, and an old woman steps out of the darkness and points out my position to the soldier in the car. I shoot both the woman and the man in the car. Immediately I am hit by the enemy sniper in the right arm.

I apply a dressing, though in great pain, and prone in position for some time. I decide I have to escape from the roof before morning. I am no longer able to hold my rifle; hence, I trick the enemy sniper into shooting my cap, which I place over the rifle. I let the cap fall into the street, drop my rifle and let my left hand hang over the edge of the roof, giving the impression that I have been shot dead.

The enemy sniper then stands up clearly, only to be shot instantly by me with a revolver. The dying man falls over the roof and hits the ground. Weakened and disgusted I move down to the street, curious to find out whom I had killed. I dart across the street. A machine gun tears up the ground around me with hail of bullets, but I escape. I throw myself face downward besides the corpse. The machine gun stops. I turn over the dead body only to realize that the dead man is my time I spent playing all these video games.