She laughed—a nervous, hollow thing. Then she tried to close the game. Alt+F4. Task Manager. Power button on the tower. Nothing worked. The monitor stayed on. The shadow figure tilted its head.
the voice purred. “This is the Game of the Year. And you’re going to play it. Forever.”
The fine print on the title screen said it best, in text so small no one would notice until it was too late: