It’s Wednesday. You’re a 16-year-old boy, just got home from school, and flop onto the couch, exhausted.

Mom: “How was school?” You: “Good.” Mom: “You want to eat? I made French fries.” You: “No… I’m just gonna sleep.” Mom: “Ok.”

You drift off, the room quiet. Hours later, you wake to the glow of your phone on the coffee table. A notification blinks urgently:

Emergency: A strange fungus has appeared on Earth, turning people into what they look like as Call of Duty characters.

Your heart races as you scroll through social media

You (thinking): “…okay… what the heck just happened?”