The monitor flickered. The wireframe guests began to dance, their limbs stretching into jagged, impossible angles that defied the game's geometry. The basement lights dimmed as the PC fans roared like a jet engine.

Within seconds, the slots filled. Not with SteelLimb, but with three "Guest" accounts. They didn't have skins. They were just white, wireframe stick figures. "Steel, you in?" Jax messaged.

Jax chuckled. "That's the point, Steel. I want to see the world break."