Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160316234859/@comment-5543592-20160323004334

He narrowed his eyes at the scenery. It was all so... perfect.

His eyes widened again.

It was. Far too perfect. Was he in a simulation of some sort? Russel whirled around, scanning the party. Were these compuer programs, or other people? Were the rest of the group members that saw here real, trapped in the same simulation? Or programs themselves, sent to trick him. Tanner wasn't here. Perhaps because the Boss would notice if the boy was an imposter or not?

Or, the more impossible, hopeful option, if the others were in the simulation with him, that meant Tanner wasn't in it himself. So he was free.

Or dead.

Regardless, the Boss had to get out some how.

It was like The Matrix. Except, you didn't get out of The Matrix. You got freed.