The game loaded. No menu. No tutorial. Just a first-person view of a patch of dry, cracked soil under a grey, overcast sky. In Leo’s virtual hand was a shovel with a worn, wooden handle. A faint wind rustled unseen grass.
Behind the door was a narrow passage that led to a small, round chamber. In the center of the chamber was another hole. But this one was already dug. And inside that hole sat a figure. Un juego sobre cavar un hoyo
He dug again. And again.
The Deeper Game