“Gentlemen,” Oscar announced as he entered the Information Systems department. “Did you get my email?”
“I’m reading it now,” Robert replied while seated at his desk. “It’s about that game.”
“The scariest game in the world,” Charles snickered. “I played it last night but it didn’t do anything to me.”
“Really?” Oscar asked in amazement. “This game is spreading like wildfire across the Internet and people are installing it on their phones, tablets and desktops. We need to set up a rule on our firewall to keep it out of our hospital.”
Oscar stepped in front of the closed door to Kevin’s office and gently knocked. No response.
“Is Kevin in today?” Oscar asked.
“No,” Robert answered, “he hasn’t showed up yet not has he called out.”
“That’s strange,” Oscar sighed. “Anyway, this game, called Dā, has some psychological aspects worth mentioning. As you play, it emits a special frequently known to trigger your panic reflex to heighten your anxiety, so by the time the jumpscare appears on your screen, you will react with extreme levels of terror.”
“Ah, that explains it,” Charles grinned. “I didn’t have my sound on.”
“Good for you, Charles,” Oscar smiled back, “but there’s a second aspect of Dā that’s of great concern. In addition to the panic frequency, there’s also a frequency that triggers addiction that will keep you hooked, and that’s not a good thing. Even worse, the panic and addiction frequencies get stronger the longer you play, so over time the game gets scarier and more addictive at the same time. No wonder there are reports of people playing Dā for days on end before eventually dropping dead of fright. If this game ever makes it inside our hospital, well, I’m sure you can figure that one out.”
“Everyone will be playing Dā instead of working,” Robert replied while shaking his head. “Come on, Charles, let’s get to work.”
Kevin sat in front of his computer at home, his anxious heart pounding as he stared at the screen depicting a virtual venture down a endless hallway. Suddenly an image of a scary skull appeared along with the sound effect of shrill screaming, prompting Kevin to fall backwards with fright while letting out a scream of his own. While seated on the floor, he glanced at the clock on the wall.
Oh shit, I’m late.
Kevin stood up and began walking for the door but he stopped and glanced at his computer.
One more game, then I’ll go.