GTA

Warped time encases the watchers, they are too engrossed to do anything even think about any five letter, or come to think of it, four letter word. The world can stop for at least a couple of hours, watching fellow housemates go on a murdering rampage, stealing cars, even flying planes. 'Make all the cars pink,' shouts one with an excited air, 'no, black, thats so much more cooler.' Everything else becomes a game, the police cars actually are driving down the street outside, sirens blaring, reality becomes mixed with fiction and the lines that once distinguished between them becomes smudged, is this an indefinite state of mind, or just a temporary glitch? Some have been imprisoned in their rooms over a week now, we rarely notice their existence, we wonder how they survive, pot noodles? Crisps? The questions buzz around our minds, why did you come here? How are you going to pass? wil they let you?