He squeezed the phone. The glass spiderwebbed.
Kratos felt a phantom tug on his wrist. His own actions were being delayed. He would dodge left, but the command would register a half-second later, sending him into a wall. He would summon a Cyclone of Chaos, but the special effects would freeze, leaving him spinning in awkward, silent rage.
"Seriously?" the distant voice sighed. "Try re-mapping the controls. The circle button is sticking." God Of War 3 Android Ppsspp
Furious, Kratos dropped the black slab. It clattered on the pixelated stone. He raised his foot to crush it.
The phone never turned on again. But for weeks afterward, whenever the teenager closed his eyes, he would hear a faint, distant sound. Not a notification. He squeezed the phone
Kratos’s eyes narrowed. The voice was small, distant, and utterly without fear. He looked back at the slab in his hands. The tiny Kratos had stopped moving. A translucent menu appeared over the miniature world: .
"You," Kratos growled, his voice low and venomous. "You press the buttons. You make me lag. You make me weak ." His own actions were being delayed
Kratos paused. He understood something now. He was not in Greece. He was a ghost inside a ghost. A memory of vengeance, running on a battery-powered brick in some teenager’s bedroom. His every rage-filled moment was subject to the whims of "multi-threaded rendering" and "audio stretching."
He poked it. The world shuddered.