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There were people milling about the room. Everyone was wearing black. Nobody spoke.

I found a piece of 1” aluminum square tubing with electrical tape wrapped around it to serve as a handle. Written on the exposed part, in sharpie, were “the rules of 4 foot sword use.”

The rules were:

You can hit anyone as hard as you want

You don’t have to use the sword

I looked up and saw someone coming towards me. They were pointing a gun at me. I swung my “sword” and knocked the gun out of their hands. I picked up the shotgun and fired. I could clearly see the slug hit the person, but nothing happened. No blood, no wound, no reaction. They just changed direction.

I began searching for an exit. Occasionally I would see some of the people starting to come towards me. I would shoot them, and they would change direction.

I found myself in the center of the room, on a fancy area rug. Yet another person was moving towards me, but this one was different. He had glasses and rolled up sleeves. He was speaking, but I could not understand him. He sounded like a public address system. Not being sure what the gun would do to him, I decided not to shoot. Instead, I grabbed him by the shirt collar and threw him as hard as I could to the ground. As he fell, his body twisted in unnaturally opposite directions. His limbs bounced off the floor and flailed wildly until he was upright again, still walking, but now away from me.

“Excellent throw, my good sir!” His feet slid across the ground like he wasn’t really there.