His monitor bulged outward. The screen’s glass became soft, like a bubble. The neon light of the real Vice City—the one in the code—began to seep into his room, washing over his gaming chair, his energy drink cans, his framed map of the original Vice City. He could smell it: salt, cheap perfume, and gunpowder.
Then he found it.
The last thing he saw before the bubble burst was Tommy Vercetti stepping out of the monitor, one leather shoe at a time, grinning with all the mercy of a man who’d just been handed a chainsaw. gta vice city ultimate asi loader