Leo looked down at his hands. They were encased in heavy, black steel gauntlets. He stood up, the sheer weight of a massive suit of spiked armor shifting on his shoulders. He wasn't playing the game. He was in the game. But something was desperately wrong.
The extraction bar didn't move at a normal pace. It teleported from 0% to 100% in a fraction of a second. Instead of a folder filled with game data, ISOs, or a setup executable, a single file appeared on his desktop: . Leo shrugged and double-clicked it. Overlord-Raising-Hell.rar
"The third Overlord has returned!" one of them cackled, banging a rusty cleaver against a cooking pot it was using as a helmet. "The Abyss awaits its master!" Leo looked down at his hands
Leo raised his gauntlet, pointing toward the swirling red rift at the edge of the stone platform. "For the Horde!" he shouted. He wasn't playing the game
He was sitting on a throne of jagged, black stone. It was cold, bleeding a faint, dark mist that pooled around his feet. "For the Master!" a shrill voice shrieked.
Leo realized he had no choice. He looked down at the crowd of cackling, bloodthirsty Minions looking up at him with pure, unadulterated adoration.
The sky above wasn't the dark, cartoonish fantasy sky of the game. It was a swirling vortex of deep red and black clouds. Screams echoed from the distance, not played through speakers, but vibrating in the heavy, sulfurous air.