He clicked the executable. Instead of the charming title music, his speakers emitted a high-pitched, digital screech. The screen went black.

Suddenly, his webcam light flickered on. On the game screen, the Grandpa character turned to face the "camera," holding a rusted scythe. The game window expanded, filling the entire monitor until the pixels seemed to bleed into the physical world. Erik smelled and old wood , a scent that shouldn't have been in his cramped apartment.

A new message appeared on the screen: "Farming requires hard work, Erik. Not shortcuts."