There are some people that play video games so much that they aren't used to real life. You may not think you're one of them, but it's likely you are indeed if:
You look at a bottle of water or a pond and think, "Such nice water effects."
You convince your friend to toss a stick of dynamite between your feet thinking you'll benefit with electric powers in the aftermath.
When learning about the Spartans and Thermopylae, you can't help but think of the big dudes in the green suits.
You ask your local hospital to take an autopsy of you, saying that you want to be able to impale people with your bare hands.
After killing a number of your neighborhood's cats and dogs, you expect to level up and gain a few XP.
You happily join the Iraq War after playing CoD4... after all, if you die, you can always respawn... right?
You're dismayed to find that after taking a vacation to Nova Scotia, none of the lighthouses lead to Rapture.
You find that Grand Theft Auto is a lot less realistic than you originally thought when you try and bombard an entire unit of cops.
You struggle to find the aim button on the gun you just bought.
Animals don't die as soon as they touch parked cars, and maps don't magically change when you move forward.
When you kill real people, you're dumbfounded as to why black tentacles don't grow on your body.
You're happy to discover that there are no "invisible barriers" when you decide to move out of town.
When you fight a real person, you notice there isn't a health bar above both of you.
When you're carrying one too many things in real life, you shout "Dammit, I'm overencumbered AGAIN!"
You realize that dying your hair blonde and wearing a green button-up shirt, nightcap, and pants with a sword doesn't really attract the ladies.
The same goes with growing a big mustache, wearing a red hat and shirt with blue overalls.
...as well as a blue jumpsuit, hat, gloves and a cane, with no pants. Oh yeah, and a tail.
You "save" your "game" before blowing your brothers head off with a shotgun, and never realize the truth.
You ponder why items that you can pick up in real life don't glow gold.
You struggle to turn on the little reticle when you pick up a gun.
When you wake up each day, you say, "This game has the slowest load screens EVER!"
When you help out a friend, you notice there's a "glitch" because you never see a Mission Complete screen.
"Saving" girls doesn't give you ADAM.
When fighting a war, you don't see usernames above the other "player's" "avatars" and report to the "developers".
You expect a bucket-load of blood to come splurting out when you punch someone in the chest.
For this particular article, there is DEFINITELY more to come.
You look at a bottle of water or a pond and think, "Such nice water effects."
You convince your friend to toss a stick of dynamite between your feet thinking you'll benefit with electric powers in the aftermath.
When learning about the Spartans and Thermopylae, you can't help but think of the big dudes in the green suits.
You ask your local hospital to take an autopsy of you, saying that you want to be able to impale people with your bare hands.
After killing a number of your neighborhood's cats and dogs, you expect to level up and gain a few XP.
You happily join the Iraq War after playing CoD4... after all, if you die, you can always respawn... right?
You're dismayed to find that after taking a vacation to Nova Scotia, none of the lighthouses lead to Rapture.
You find that Grand Theft Auto is a lot less realistic than you originally thought when you try and bombard an entire unit of cops.
You struggle to find the aim button on the gun you just bought.
Animals don't die as soon as they touch parked cars, and maps don't magically change when you move forward.
When you kill real people, you're dumbfounded as to why black tentacles don't grow on your body.
You're happy to discover that there are no "invisible barriers" when you decide to move out of town.
When you fight a real person, you notice there isn't a health bar above both of you.
When you're carrying one too many things in real life, you shout "Dammit, I'm overencumbered AGAIN!"
You realize that dying your hair blonde and wearing a green button-up shirt, nightcap, and pants with a sword doesn't really attract the ladies.
The same goes with growing a big mustache, wearing a red hat and shirt with blue overalls.
...as well as a blue jumpsuit, hat, gloves and a cane, with no pants. Oh yeah, and a tail.
You "save" your "game" before blowing your brothers head off with a shotgun, and never realize the truth.
You ponder why items that you can pick up in real life don't glow gold.
You struggle to turn on the little reticle when you pick up a gun.
When you wake up each day, you say, "This game has the slowest load screens EVER!"
When you help out a friend, you notice there's a "glitch" because you never see a Mission Complete screen.
"Saving" girls doesn't give you ADAM.
When fighting a war, you don't see usernames above the other "player's" "avatars" and report to the "developers".
You expect a bucket-load of blood to come splurting out when you punch someone in the chest.
For this particular article, there is DEFINITELY more to come.