Back home

Before you can go exploring, the world around you fades to black and you wake up back in your room.

"Woah! That was...woah!" You open the disc cover and examine the game CD. Nothing different about it, nothing that made it any different from any other PS2 disc you've seen (well, except the ones with blue bottoms). You put it back in and turn the LyfLyk back on, but this time, the game plays normally. Checking the manual, it turns out the system can only do what it just did once every 12 hours, but that the company that made it is working on a way to make it do it everytime. When it does, it'll mass produce them.

"Great, now i'll have to re-steal the new version. What am i saying? Why am i acting like this isn't damn cool? I have a motherfuckin' LyfLyk 420, summer is coming up and i got a mess of games full of girls i've always said i'd fuck 'if they were real'. Well, that ninja felt real to me!"

You sit on your bed, remembering Rin and smiling, wishing you could do her all over again. It seemed like she was doing exactly what you wanted her to do, even if you didn't say to. Is it possible that your mind can control the characters at that level? To do things they aren't programmed to do? Your eyes shift to your game collection. Final Fantasy 3-13, BloodRayne, Dead or Alive, Tekken 1-5, Soul Calibur one, two, and three, a bunch of Legend of Zeldas, Metroid from original to Prime 3. So many quality games, and the only thing you can see in them now is pussy, pussy, pussy. Normally, not your first thought, but under these new circumstances, quite understandable.