So I was just playing Hitman. You know. Killing some dudes, having a grand ol' time, when SUDDENLY:
This NPC just starts questioning my life choices? Like uh? UH? Killing some dudes? I guess? I mean, if that's okay with you? Am I an NPC, too? I mean... do you ever wonder why we're here? It’s one of life’s great mysteries isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and-
Thankfully the guards showed up to drag 47 away before I hit full blown existential crisis.