I’m a Psychiatric Patient, and I Control the World’s Rules of Horror

Rules-based horror descends, and I’m chosen as the Dragon Nation’s selected player. The global livestream begins. Everyone sees my blue-and-white striped hospital gown and the restraints around my wrists, and falls into stunned silence. I wave cheerfully at the air. “Mom, you’re watching me on TV too?” The comments explode: [We’re done for! Our representative is a mental patient!] Only when I step into the fog of rules and warmly offer half an unfinished apple to an indescribable monster do they understand: “Want some? It’s sweet.” The monster hesitates.