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It's late. If Drew's parents were home, his mom would be fussing at him by now to go to bed so he doesn't "ruin his sleep schedule," even though it's the weekend and it's <i>fine</i>. But they're not home, because of some party for dad's firm, blah blah somebody making partner, all the big shots have to show up and congratulate each other and probably drink enough that they'll need to get an Uber home if they don't just get a hotel downtown again.

Nobody Drew really knows is online but whatever, he can keep himself entertained just fine. He was on the site where he gets most of his game mods earlier, and following random links out of boredom has landed him now on some kind of game-swapping board he's never heard of before. It's... actual modders and indie devs sharing their stuff, if he's reading it right? Sharing their really hardcore stuff, things the cowards at Valve would never let anyone put on Steam. There are loads of disclaimers about how this content is intended only for adults, but they didn't even make him lie about his birthday to get onto the site, so Drew figures nobody here buys that shit. They're just doing bare minimum CYA stuff.

The game he keeps coming back to is by a guy called [demonname]616. It's a fighting game, right, and the screen shots in the thread make Drew feel kind of squirmy and hot. All the opponents you fight in the game are hot girls, mostly with their tits falling out, and if you beat them with a good enough finishing combo you get to fuck them afterward. The full game, [name] promises, is "loads more explicit" than the pictures he's posted. The next build is supposed to let you customize the girls to look exactly how you want them.

Drew's clicking the download link before he's even really thought about it. There's a link beside it asking for donations but he doesn't have a Paypal and even if he did he wouldn't have money to give away to some jackass who thinks he should do it on the <i>honor system</i>.

The download's faster than he would have expected from some rando server connected to basically nothing. It almost seems like there can't be a full game in that .zip, but it extracts fine and puts an icon on his desktop that looks like some kind of generic error symbol. He clicks it.

It pops up a fucking <i>licensing agreement</i> as if it's a triple-A game instead of spankbait freeware. The "Agree" button is grayed out, waiting for him to read through the whole thing. "You're fucking kidding me," Drew tells it, but he starts scrolling down. Blah blah, who cares. The User agrees, the Service shall be defined as, all the generic stuff. Dad's said more than once that these things are so broad they're not even enforceable.

Wow, this one especially. Like two thirds of the way down it stops even being in English, turning into these squiggly characters like you'd see in the cursed spellbook in a third-rate horror movie. <i>Your copy-and-paste got fucked up here, [name].</i>

Finally he gets to the end of the whole pointless thing and the "Agree" button lights up. Drew clicks it.

The screen goes black and then words fade in, shimmery red with impressively high resolution: <i>Thank you, summoner</i>.