G.I.R.L.4: Combat Devolved

Dammit, it’s happening all over again.

Join a cutting-edge video game, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

What they neglected to mention was that jacking your brain into a virtual reality simulation was putting your gray matter at the mercy of morons with associates degrees in game design.

I can’t log out.

My friends are all acting strange. Have they gone mad from being trapped here, or is it just me?
Now, just when I thought it couldn’t be worse, I seem to have lost track of time… literally.

I suppose I should take comfort that I got trapped in a triple-A title within this discount metaverse, but according to the robot that looks annoyingly like my best buddy Mich, if I die in here, I die in the real world.
And everyone here is trying to kill me.

Oh, and if I go back to Penultimate Phantasm now, I’ve gotta get hitched to a psycho paladin.

I’m honestly not sure what is worse…