"You don't understand," I said, bleeding pixels. "Halliday didn't want a warrior. He wanted a friend."
"Nice try, Parzival," Sorrento said. "But you're one person. We have the high ground, the numbers, and the patience." ready-player-one
I reached the final room. A lich sat on a throne of skulls. Its riddle: "What can be caught but never thrown?" "You don't understand," I said, bleeding pixels