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.


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