Stroking the Masked Gamer
The empty and lively apartment complex in the game was an illusion, its domain digitals and its corridor pre-rendered. The lives who dwelled within it were real, on the other hand. A bustling pair of foxy ladies. Two great guys, and Ohm. Ohm was special.
As opposed to the bustling and lively apartment in the game, Josh's apartment was real, but the lives in it weren't.
Josh's heart may have beat in that apartment, but his soul was scaping the virtual realm, living the life he had with his friends.
But no matter how much his soul yearned, his body was left untouched, clouded in the darkness of the corporal apartment. And the mask was real too. But it wasn't the mask he wanted.
"I'm behind you." The masked gamer said. "AHHHH!" shouted one of the lady "Ohm you scumbag." Josh said and the chat echoed after him.
Ohm wasn't a scumbag, not his Josh's eyes, at least. The fact he was there in the virtual home of Damned was enough for him. Enough for love.
The masked gamer was in the machine. But he wasn't there in the physical realm.
This horse mask would do.