Batman Arkham Asylum | Rendering Thread Exception

Kevin stood up so fast his chair toppled. The mouse moved on its own. The cursor dragged a box around Batman’s head, then hit “Delete.” In the game engine, the model vanished. But on the diagnostic screen, a new entry appeared:

He looked down at his hands. They were becoming transparent at the edges, like sprites losing their alpha channel. The world around him—the server racks, the energy drink cans, the posters of City and Knight —was pixelating, breaking into larger and larger blocks. The last thing he saw was the reflection in the dead monitor: his own face, but with a thin, lipless smile that wasn’t his. rendering thread exception batman arkham asylum

Kevin pushed his chair back. The lab’s overhead lights flickered and died, leaving only the cold glow of the monitors. The dripping sound from the speakers grew louder. Not digital anymore. Wet. Real. He felt a drop land on the back of his neck. He was in a basement. There was no rain in a basement. Kevin stood up so fast his chair toppled