Dj Rep... - Tomb Raider Game Of The Year Edition -mr

"End of the mixtape," he hissed, sliding a crossfader. The floor vanished. Lara fell into a vortex of all her past selves—the blocky PS1 Lara, the curvaceous angelina, the gritty survivor, the unified Lara. They were all screaming, spinning on a giant, invisible platter.

The game had updated itself. The title screen flickered: TOMB RAIDER: GAME OF THE YEAR EDITION – MR DJ REP... Tomb Raider Game Of The Year Edition -Mr DJ Rep...

The deeper she went, the less sense it made. Atlantean mutants were now breakdancers in stone armor. The floating islands were made of speaker cabinets. The puzzle of the Midas Palace required her to melt gold bars not in fire, but in the warmth of a tube amplifier. "End of the mixtape," he hissed, sliding a crossfader