As a gamer myself, I am familiar with the bitter feeling whenever I stop playing a super immersive game after spending so many hours, and coming back to reality. It’s not caused by the desire to play more, but by a sense of disorientation, because what I thought real isn’t real any more. The idea of putting on a Shakespeare play in Grand Theft Auto (GTA) itself is hilarious and very silly, but this bittersweet and asymptotic nature of fake and reality (i.e., they can be similar but the fake can’t be the real) and the desire of creating collective art are actually quite beautifully woven together.