Deanna Turner needed a paycheck, which meant lying about her video game skills to earn a position as a games tester at the country’s biggest publisher. But beneath their cute mascots lie Necromancer CEOs, Succubi HR, and Minotaur guards.
What happens when a fantasy becomes so real you cannot wake from it? There is no logging out. Is it a dream? Is it real? Or is what you thought was just a game was actually the real world all along? How can you tell what is real?