Gemotions

The game. The game he had poured everything into for two years. A masterpiece of coding, art, and storytelling. It was there, on another screen. Almost identical. The same engine, the same storyline, the same characters. The same *everything*.

His mouth went dry. His chest tightened. He felt a hot flush rush up his neck, and his vision swam for a moment. He sat back in his chair, his hands clenched into fists. He wanted to obliterate his computer.

He rose from his seat, walking rapidly toward the window. He wanted to smash something. He wanted to break something. He wanted to… to *feel* something other than this emptiness. He needed to be anywhere but here.