It was chaos. Leo’s armor—the white tee—got shredded. His hunger bar dropped. He ate the last of Mom’s Spaghetti. He had half a heart left.

It had Eminem’s MMLP-era face—bleached hair, angry sneer—but the body of a ravager. It held two diamond microphones like axes.

For a second, nothing changed. Then the sun in Minecraft shifted from blocky gold to a pale, bleached white. The sky turned a faint shade of bleach-blonde. Leo blinked. The grass wasn't green anymore—it was a dingy Detroit concrete gray.