Chapter 85

• He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the game he was working on. It was a first-person shooter game, one of the most violent that he’d designed so far. He was actually wondering if he’d maybe gone too far, but the focus groups had come back with more positive results than he’d expected. It seemed everyone had a little bit of vigilante in them. Who knew?
• The premise of the game was that the player had to hunt down and kill as many sick, twisted criminals as they could within a time limit and not get caught by the police. But there seemed to be a glitch when the player got above a certain number of kills and Mason had no clue what was causing it. The problem was that when a player reached the threshold, they gained some sort of superhuman abilities, which was not in the original design. This was not meant to be a paranormal or supernatural game; it was meant to be an everyday average Joe Blow losing his shit when his wife was murdered and going on a rampage to hunt down her killer, taking out as many other fuckers as you could along the way.
• He’d even drilled down into the code to see where the game was deviating, but he just couldn’t see it. He’d played the damn thing so many times now that he was ready to dump the whole thing and start fresh, writing the code from scratch. He’d done it before and he’d probably do it again. He was nothing if not a perfectionist.