Marcus stared, confused. There were no graphics, no menus, just a blinking cursor. He typed: Britons .
The screen wiped clean, replaced by a bird's-eye view rendered in hyper-realistic, 16-bit isometric graphics. It was beautiful, far more detailed than any game from 1999 had a right to be. He could see individual blades of grass swaying in a digital wind and hear the distinct babble of a flowing river.
How should Marcus in his very first scenario?
Words appeared on the screen in a font that looked like chiseled stone: