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He pushed forward. An explosion sent a wave of heat across his face that smelled of burning sugar and hair. A knife slash across his arm triggered not just a sting, but a phantom itch of a bandage being ripped off. The Vrbanger wasn't simulating damage. It was dredging up every hurt he'd ever felt, re-contextualizing them into the game.

He loaded his go-to test: Urban Annihilation 9 , a bombastic shooter where he was an unkillable cyborg. First minute, normal. Then he took a bullet to the shoulder. vrbanger

He beat the boss. The victory fanfare played, a cheerful, tinny tune utterly at odds with the trembling wreck he’d become. Sweat dripped from his nose onto the hardwood. He pushed forward