A New Age in Gaming
The Cube drops, he double clicks his icon, says the word, and suddenly he’s a… hedgehog? A mushroom? Something.
There’s haunting music distant. Everything’s painted in bright colours, broad strokes, touched like fingerpaint. “What the fuck?” he says.
“Aw hell,” says a weird green plant. That must be Frank. “I’ve heard about this. It’s pretty new.”
“What are we? Monsters?”
“Maybe.” When Frank talks, there’s a clapping sound. “Although we might be manifestations of mistakes. Or dreams. Or memories. Or, I dunno, atoms.”
A splash of grey, and the whole conversation plays in reverse.
“What were you saying?” asks Frank.