When they played the game, they felt everything. Every atom in the universe, like sand–and time, like the ocean.
Every small shiny blue orb had a sticker on it, announcing the place of origin and the possible side effects.
Each 8x8 cube sat in a much larger cube. Each contained a wide screen TV, and an unlimited supply of muscle milk.
The interrogation room contained dozens of microphones, obviously placed, and covered with cute little animal stickers.
Little known fact, the dream sequences were shot inside an abandoned hula hoop factory.
A power source, a can of beans, a building permit, an old typewriter, a painting by Paul Klee, moaning from behind an old cabinet.
It was hand-held and it made reality blink.
The roommate always paid rent on time, however, the weird noises from the room caused some concern.