Long_story_short-0.7a1_win64.zip -

The window that opened wasn't a game menu. It was a live feed of his own room, rendered in perfect, low-poly 1990s graphics. The pixelated version of Elias sat at a pixelated desk, staring at a pixelated monitor. On that monitor was the same window, repeating into an infinite digital mirror.

When he finally double-clicked it, the fans on his PC didn't whir; they screamed. Long_Story_Short-0.7a1_Win64.zip

Elias moved his mouse. The digital version of him mirrored the movement exactly. He typed "Hello?" and the text appeared above the pixel-head of his avatar. Then, the "game" Elias stood up. Elias, in his physical chair, felt a cold phantom tug on his own muscles. His legs moved without his consent. The window that opened wasn't a game menu

A text box appeared at the bottom: