“Man these graphics suck!” I whined. Everything was strange and freakishly smooth.
“Dude, it’s all about the game-play.” Jason assured me. “Watch.” He walked his avatar up to one of the NPCs and shanked it. People screamed and ran.
Jason ran his character through the city, avoiding police, stabbing and shooting random people before finally collapsing in a hail of 576 megapixel bullets.
“Ehh, I’m not feeling it.” I said, tossing down the controller. “I hate these sandbox games.”
Meanwhile, the residents of a small town in Italy tried to make sense of a vicious spree of supernatural murders. The press considered it the act of a deranged video gamer who played too much Minecraft and liked Slenderman a little too much. But others, the ones that were there, they wondered.
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Nightmare Fuel 2016, Day 18