He was no longer in his cramped apartment. He stood on the rain-slicked flight deck of a massive, impossibly detailed aircraft carrier. Above him, a bruised purple sky churned with lightning. And streaking toward him, their engines howling like damned souls, were the angular, red-lit fighters of the Sky Force Reloaded enemy fleet.
???
Or to leave.
He pressed F4.
What did it do? More stars? An invincible companion? A dance mode? He’d already won. What harm could one more secret do?