We are the real monsters in horror movies and games

Damn you, humanity! I shake my fist at thee! 

Ha, ha, you thought I was going to get preachy, didn't you?

No, no. Actually, when I say that we are the real monsters, I am talking about projecting. Projecting one's self into various forms of media is nothing new. Whether it is in fanfics where the writer introduces their original character or themselves to seduce hot anime boys, or where directors project themselves into a character. Sort of like James Nguyen, the director of Birdemic 1 and 2, who makes one main character a director (hurr) and another one a software engineer (which is his day job). I Hate Everything talks about it in his Search For the Worst review of Birdemic 2, and he is hilarious, so check him out.

Now, let's take it a step further. Why do you think so many slasher films have unstoppable monsters and killers going after idiotic teens?

Well, because those teens are dicks. Sluts, jocks, idiots, etc. They're the people that probably picked on the director or writer while they were in school. It's easy to loathe them and even cathartic to watch them die. At the hands of who? Their creator that is hiding behind a hockey mask.

Rob Schrab makes a poignant point with this quote:

There's a little monster inside all of us, a little wolf-faced monkey that needs to be satiated. As people, we mustn't ignore that monster. If we do, we cheat ourselves. We deny an emotion, a feeling.
Think of someone who pissed you off. Some yutz who cut you in traffic; a prick-ass Kinko's employee who took three hours to copy your resume; the big bully who in your face when you were eight. Now, in your head, relive that moment. This time, however, don't just stand their and take it. This time you've got a knife. Pull it out from behind your back and watch the status flip-flop. Suddenly, Mr. Kinko isn't so cocky. The playground bully is crying for his mother. Smell their fear. Then, kill them. Kill them like you see in the movies. Make it as horrible as possible. Release that monster and stab that knife deep into their face.
As humans, we are taught to forget that we are animals. Animals kill to survive and its just as natural for us. To deny nature is to deny life. Now that you've committed murder in our dream world, relax. Take a deep breath, give your monster a high five and put him away. You've just used an evil fantasy to keep you civilized and sane.
Some may call this irresponsible advice. They kid themselves that their monster doesn't exist. And when a person lies to themselves, there is a less chance for spiritual growth. More than likely, their monster will step out of the Dreamworld and into the Realworld. That's how a society gets messy. Lots of neglected, hungry monsters.

Really, those monsters manifest in the media. We're the idiot teen facing down the worst parts of ourselves -- and we typically lose. Why? Because we don't want to deny that nature, that catharsis. We're made to feel so helpless and guilty for being angry, for indulging in any kind of violent release, even if it doesn't hurt people. There's always some self-righteous soccer mom that doesn't get laid enough ready to scream about how her snotty little crotch welts are being corrupted.

Don't buy them GTA then, you dumb twatiron.

We're the hunter and the hunted. Deep down, we want to kill that idiot in us and become the hunter, the monster.

So, be a monster on the inside and a nice person on the outside. If it gets to be where you're doing nothing but violently fantasizing, then it might be time to see a shrink.