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I walked through them. Their heads turned to follow me—not in combat, but with the slow, synchronized tracking of a security camera.

My mouse cursor moved on its own. It selected the rocket launcher. It aimed at the floor.

The Imp looked at me. Its eyes weren't yellow. They were human. Brown. Wet. halflife.wad

I shot an imp. It didn’t move. The bullet holes just appeared on its chest, and it kept staring at the screen.

The monsters stopped attacking.

The level was one room. White. No textures—just the default checkerboard of unloaded assets. In the center: a scientist model from Half-Life , untextured, gray, faceless. It stood over a control panel that didn’t exist. Every few seconds, its arm moved to press a button that wasn’t there.

When I touched it, the screen went black for a full ten seconds. I walked through them

It said: “I didn’t mean to teleport us both.”