Endless. Gray. Flat-shaded. The camera locked in first-person—a view the original game didn't even support. My wrestler (the usual wooden puppet, limbs flapping like a convulsive scarecrow) stood at one end. At the other end, barely visible in the fog, stood a second wrestler. But this one was .

The last number changed to .

The number in the corner changed: .

I pressed W to move forward. My character stumbled, ragdolled into a wall, then snapped upright unnaturally fast—faster than physics allowed. I took another step. The floor texture shifted. Letters. Buried in the gray grid, just visible: "YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE."