When Greg plugged his brain into the latest immersive reality game, he immediately knew something was wrong. He had designed a badass gangster as his avatar, but instead he found himself in the body of a female character with voluptuous curves, soft skin, and a silky white dress. He tried to look for an exit point, but it kept feeling like he was walking in circles.
Finally, he say another player, seemingly looking like the gangster he had designed, and called out, βHey! I need your help!β
βOh, yeah? What do you need?β The other player responded.
βIβm stuck in this game, and I canβt figure out a way out!β
βWell, you know the price at this point. Better get to sucking.β
βSucking? Sucking what?β The thought of what the other player meant suddenly dawned on Greg, βOh, no, gross! No way! Iβm a real player! Iβm not an NPC!β
βDamn this game is weak. Thatβs the exact same dialogue as the last eight NPCs too; trying to convince me they were real.β
Greg sighed. He knew this game was rated M, and this sort of thing was supposed to happen; however, he was really expecting to be on the other end of it. Thankfully, as he pulled down the other playerβs pants, it was all pixelated; he didnβt need to actually see what he was about to do. He just hoped that if this person had helped eight other people, Greg would also be finally able to leave this horrible game.