It was 2:00 AM. In the world of Brookhaven, Leo was just another player in a starter hoodie, but he dreamed of the power of the "Admin Panel." He wanted to fly, to kick the griefers, and to turn the entire sky a deep, ominous violet.
The grey character looked up at Leo, hovering in the sky. Then, Leo’s own chat bubble appeared, though he hadn't typed a word. "Everything has a price," his avatar said.
Leo pressed the key. The screen went black. A loading circle spun—longer than usual. When the world reappeared, his UI looked different. Small, translucent buttons lined the edge of his screen:
He clicked 'Fly.' His avatar soared above the suburban rooftops, higher than any helicopter could go. He felt like a god among the roleplayers. He flew to the Town Hall and typed a command to change the server's time. Night turned to day, then back to night, flickering like a strobe light. But then, the chat box started scrolling on its own. User [NULL] has joined.
The screen flickered, casting a neon glow over Leo’s face as he stared at the YouTube thumbnail: