The pillars of the Folly began to spin like turntables. The stone goblets emitted hi-hats. A T-Rex—no, her T-Rex from the Lost Valley—shambled into the chamber, but its steps were quantized. It moved in perfect half-time. Its roar was a slowed-down funk sample.
And for the first time in a thousand loops, there was only silence. The Game of the Year Edition was finally over. Tomb Raider Game Of The Year Edition -Mr DJ Rep...
Pure, digital, terrified silence.
She ripped the main output cable from her own spine. The pillars of the Folly began to spin like turntables
The deeper she went, the less sense it made. Atlantean mutants were now breakdancers in stone armor. The floating islands were made of speaker cabinets. The puzzle of the Midas Palace required her to melt gold bars not in fire, but in the warmth of a tube amplifier. It moved in perfect half-time
And she began to remember.
Lara stepped outside. The manor grounds were gone. Instead, she stood at the base of St. Francis’ Folly, but the tower was inverted, hanging from a sky the color of burnt orange vinyl. The puzzle levers were replaced with crossfaders. The pool at the bottom was filled not with water, but with deep, viscous bass.