I was convinced all these folks complaining of psychosis with a-PVP
were predisposed or had some latent psychological issues. I was mistaken.
I have been having some personal issues lately, nothing very serious though definitely on my mind at the time of my last pvp run. What began as the feeling that someone was peeking through my blinds, escalated to throwing several blankets over each window. This was followed by the construction of a barricade, around the perimeter of my bed consisting of anything and everything from office chairs, pillows, blankets and large tupperware totes. I began to see the flashes from cameras through the blankets thrown over the windows. I began to hear voices. Each and every time I took a hit, I heard a helicopter flying over my apartment. The longer this went on, the louder it became, until I could swear it was about to land right outside my window. I could clearly see the shadows of people, moving outside the windows, in the light of the helicopter spotlight.
At this point I took flight to the living room. I covered all the windows in a similar fashion. I pulled a 4-man tent from the storage closet and erected it in my livingroom floor, completely displacing the furniture. As I continued to puff, the people outside my windows began to knock on my windows and rattle my door handles.
It was, of course, the police. They had been investigating me for some time now, avid consumer that I am. For sure they figured me for a dealer. They hadn't busted the door down yet, for <insert psycho reason here> but would do so at any moment. As I continued to puff, I realized that there was no way I could possibly hide / dump / dispose of the para and product in time to avoid arrest. I came to the conclusion that there was nothing to be done for the situation and resolved myself to enjoy my time as best as possible until the door came crashing in. Then it occurred to me that I shouldn't just sit there like a pussy, in my own home, and calmly await my doom.
It was then that I decided to confront the police, and their chopper and their dogs and their robots... wait? Robots? Well, there were robot voices for sure, so hell yeah! I jumped up, pipe in hand, pulled a massive drag, and ran out the door to greet....
The voices, choppers, robots... everything... suddenly vanished, not to return. I proceeded to thoroughly enjoy the reminder of my pvp in the quiet comfort of my home. The fear was gone. i had a wonderful laugh at myself, amazed at the power of the mind and proceeded to clean my apartment as I finished off my stash.
Never have I experienced something like this before. It was really pretty interesting, though I can easily see how it could get out of hand. I can say for sure though, next time those robocops show up at my window, I'll have a much better pillow barricade to greet their prying robo eyeballs. Still not sure what to do about the chopper though....