Dammit, it’s happening all over again. Join a cutting-edge video game, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. What they neglected to mention was that jacking your brain into a virtual reality simulation was putting your gray matter at the mercy of morons with associates degrees in game design. I can’t log out. My friends are all acting strange. Have they gone mad from being trapped here, or is it just me? Now, just when I thought it couldn’t be worse, I seem to have lost track of time… literally. I suppose I should take comfort that I got trapped in a triple-A title within this discount metaverse, but according to the robot that looks annoyingly like my best buddy Mich, if I die in here, I die in the real world. And everyone here is trying to kill me. Oh, and if I go back to Penultimate Phantasm now, I’ve gotta get hitched to a psycho paladin. I’m honestly not sure what is worse…