“YOU’VE PLAYED 847 GAMES, LEO. TIME TO PLAY FOR REAL.”
His worn-down laptop creaked as he clicked the bookmark. The chiptune theme crackled through his earbuds. Buh-dum, buh-dum, BLEEP!
Leo froze. That was his row.
The screen went black. The chiptune died. His laptop fan whirred to a stop.