"... But you just killed a soldier," I tell my sons and nephew who naturally find fine bonding by staying glued to the TV monitor and go on a shooting spree on their computer game named 'Call of Duty'. "But they are baddies, German soldiers!" they reply. I retorted, "..they are also somebody's son, husband, brother and father. Somebody is going to grow up without a father and is going to a psychological wreck!" Before the time when games were on hand held devices, in the late 80s (1989), my house mate who was performing the unenviable lonely but essential anaesthetic service in a district hospital, was a lone wolf in a small town where the siren of the ambulance is the only excitement. To maintain his own sanity, my friend used to periodically visit a gaming shop to have his daily dose of radiation from the consoles of Sega panels. After killing loads of baddies and aliens, he would return rejuvenated, like having a shot in the arm, like back ...
It is all Mimesis