A single line of text appeared in the center of every screen, written in elegant, golden font:

He opened a new text file. He had been recording the entire time. He titled the video:

The chaos was just getting started.

The server list for Natural Disaster Survival was packed, as always on a Saturday. Leo, a fourteen-year-old with a talent for finding exploits, sat in his dark bedroom, the glow of his monitor casting blue shadows on his face. In his virtual hand, he held a small, innocuous notepad. But on his screen, in the developer console, was his latest creation: .

Quack quack quack, the chat spammed.

Leo took a breath. In the chat, he typed: /showcase begin