The window that opened wasn't a game menu. It was a live feed of his own room, rendered in perfect, low-poly 1990s graphics. The pixelated version of Elias sat at a pixelated desk, staring at a pixelated monitor. On that monitor was the same window, repeating into an infinite digital mirror.
He was no longer playing the game; the .zip file was playing him. Long_Story_Short-0.7a1_Win64.zip
A text box appeared at the bottom: