He tried to quit. Alt+F4. Ctrl+Alt+Del. The game ignored him. The corrupted blood had spread to neutral creeps, to the sea turtles, even to the critters—deer and sheep skittering across the map, trailing infectious red lines behind them like awful comets.
Within three minutes, the entire map was a bleeding, howling massacre. Leo's own units were turning on each other. Towers collapsed. Farms rotted. The gold mine became a geyser of red mist. He tried to press F1 again. Nothing. F2. Nothing. The trainer window was gone. Only the jester's face remained, burned into the bottom-right corner of his screen, its grin wider now. Warcraft.II.Remastered.Plus.7.Trainer-PLAYMAGiC...
Warcraft.II.Remastered.Plus.7.Trainer-PLAYMAGiC.exe Size: 4.2 MB Date Modified: Yesterday, 3:14 AM He tried to quit
The grunts didn't die. They kept fighting, but now every enemy they struck left a tiny red spark on the victim. Those victims, human or orc, began losing health. And when they died, more sparks flew. The game ignored him
He yanked the power cord. The monitor went dark. Silence. He sat there, heart hammering, for five full minutes.