As the data packets assembled themselves on his hard drive, the air in the room grew inexplicably thick. The temperature dropped, smelling suddenly of damp earth and rusted metal.
Elias realized with a jolt of panic that he wasn't just looking at the game Tails of Iron . The game was looking at him. On the screen, a small rat in heavy plate armor stood in the pouring rain. The rat didn't move according to a pre-programmed idle animation. It turned its head, its black, bead-like eyes locking directly onto Elias through the webcam. Tails.of.Iron-CODEX.torrent
A line of text typed itself out across the bottom of the screen, mimicking the old command-prompt style of scene releases: CODEX_PROTOCOL_INITIATED: A KING REQUIRES A GENERAL. As the data packets assembled themselves on his
The air was freezing, thick with the scent of wet fur and iron. He looked down. His hands were covered in thick, dark fur, tipped with sharp claws. He was wearing a heavy, rusted chainmail shirt that weighed down on his chest. Strapped to his back was a broadsword, its blade notched and scarred from countless battles. The game was looking at him
When Elias opened his eyes, he was no longer in his bedroom.