A sudden realization that you are the You strikes you so deep that you are momentarily paralyzed with fear, confusion, and anger.
You feel as if your very sentience has been pirated to extend someone else's post-mortem reality. You realize that you will never fully erase the imprints you have had stamped into the deep tissues of your consciousness. Damn, you thought it was just a harmless little game. What did they call it on that other site? Chaotic fiction? This is vampire fiction that has created a permanent shunt into your life force. Drawing off energy from the subconscious memory that you cannot erase.
Your hand trembles. Are you still holding the die? Is it made of bone, plastic, marble, quartz? Are you just picking your own path based on the name or some numeric preference? Did you come to this page at random? Is there any randomness involved in this process?