Fifteen
year old Dominic waited for Don’t Be Eaten! to load to the main
menu. He couldn’t wait to give his new content another run. The
first time he hadn’t quite gotten the complete experience. It
certainly changed the game up though, and he was one of the few
players who had access to it. There were a few contest winners, but a
lot of the slots went to players with the highest game stats and
skill.
At
some point, after several years of playing Don’t Be Eaten!, Dominic
had began to grow

Chase ran for his life. It was hard to remember sometimes, that it was all just a very advanced video game. He had been playing for probably two hours in game-time. He was running through the woods in a pair of athletic shorts and his socks, the latter of which was covered in mud and leaves.
  The boy had lost his pants when he was picked up by a slow moving, albeit hidden tree root. It had tripped Chase up and wrapped itself firmly around his ankles. His jogging pants fit loosely eno