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It began, as all great disasters do, with a forum post.
Leo tried to stand. His chair was gone. He was sitting on wet tile. His bedroom floor had become checkered—yellow and blue, like the Plaza’s main square. The walls of his apartment were now a seamless, looping ocean horizon. The only light came from his monitor, which now displayed a single command prompt: super mario sunshine pc port
The game window opened. No menus. No "Press Start." Just Mario, standing on the airstrip of Isle Delfino, but the Fludd device on his back was different. Its nozzle was a rusted, organic red, pulsing once every few seconds like a gill. It began, as all great disasters do, with a forum post
Then the game’s text box appeared, but it wasn't the cheerful Comic Sans. It was a jagged system font, typing itself out one letter per second: He was sitting on wet tile
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