Crispy Gamer: "Saturday night I was sitting alone in my studio, shooting zombies. With me were three friends of a like mind, Zoey, Louis and Bill. Together, the four of us made our way from an abandoned highway, the lights so harsh and the trees so still that the air around my head seemed to freeze; through a ghost town and onto a boat that rescued us finally, hearts pounding, from the infested woods. Only Louis went down, guns blazing; the camera pulled upwards and away from the boat, giving us a bird's-eye view of the rabid mob piling upon his corpse. Fade out as the waters parted before us. Roll credits.
As I took off my headphones, story complete, I felt a familiar pang of sadness, wondering just what it was I'd done all by my lonesome. Left 4 Dead tried to tell me: "You've just made your own movie, brave gamer! Now do it again. And do it better, if you can." This was all I got for what I'd been through?"