As he navigated through the Wastelands , the game felt... too real. Every shot from his revolver echoed in his actual room. When a Magnum-wielding Bandit clipped him, Leo felt a sharp, stinging heat on his own shoulder.
He tried to alt-tab, but the screen stayed locked. He tried to pull the plug, but the monitor stayed lit, powered by a ghostly, green luminescence. A message crawled across the screen in jagged text:
The game launched instantly. No loading screen, just the sound of a desert wind and the heavy thrum of a mutated heartbeat.