Yep. The Sims 3 was a prophecy.
Jace stands at a graveyard, clutching a camera in one hand and his airsoft IMI Desert Eagle in the other. He points the camera at himself and begins to speak.
"Well, gamers..." he begins, his voice weary and pathetic "this is it, okay? I lost my house, lost my weed... Deagle Nation betrayed me. Everyone betrayed me. Even the fans are gone. There's only one thing to do." He attempts to shed a tear, muttering profanity as he realizes he cannot do it "Live by the gun, die by the gun, I always said. Now look at me. Atlas shrugged, but me... I just dropped the sky. I dropped the sky and I hope it crashes down on everyone who betrayed me. I've had it with saving the United States from the trolls, from Gamerfood, from myg0t, from these terrorist muslim faggots. There's only one thing left to do."
Jace trembles, knowing this is his end. He points the airsoft Deagle at his temple. Tears are forming underneath his flame sunglasses. His face is red, marked by anger, betrayal, and possibly autism "LIVE BY THE GUN..." he shouts, one final time "...DIE BY THE GUN!".
Click.
Goodbye, Commander Stryker. You were a good man.
Apologies for the lack of quality. I'm a bad writer.