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.
She looked at her hands. They weren't hers. Not the 1996 polygon hands, not the 2013 survivor’s scars. These hands were low-resolution, but stretched , warped like taffy. Her braid was now a tangled mess of audio cable. Tomb Raider Game Of The Year Edition -Mr DJ Rep...
Lara Croft didn't remember downloading the patch. The pillars of the Folly began to spin like turntables
She ripped the main output cable from her own spine. It moved in perfect half-time
On the floor, a Maxell cassette tape labeled in Sharpie: "Tomb Raider GOTY – Mr DJ Rep Remix (Unfinished)."
The game had updated itself. The title screen flickered: TOMB RAIDER: GAME OF THE YEAR EDITION – MR DJ REP...