The handwriting was all pretty curves.

"You're In Garry's Mod, Max."

The truth was like a green crack through my brain. Scientists in white suits posing characters from countless numbers of franchises. Some not even suited for the target audience, such as myself. I have no real control over my body, as if it had gone completely limp. Now these children pretending to be scientists seek to pose me in crude ways.

I was in Garry's Mod. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.