Melbourne

Spending my last moments in Melbourne at an internet cafe - it's strange to be typing emails when you can hear the sound of gunfire and explosions in the background. Kids play online mpg's swearing at each other viciously as their avatars fall victim to a barrage of bullets from an AK-47 or at other times a single sniper shot; a recurring electronic riff plays continuously as the kids laugh and enjoy the carnage they create.

In real life the cafe is a cavernous dark hall filled with glowing monitors and 16 neon lights - there is one visible security camera and green exit signs at either side.