You're with your pals at the bar and some absolutely button mashed USDA choice dullard starts foaming at the mouth because you elbowed his drink. You briefly contemplate your options. You feel the adrenaline start to kick in. You throw a haymaker. You hit your bedside table. You've been in a coma this whole time. Your parents are there crying, relieved you're finally home. You look over at your little brother who tells you about how you missed an entire virtual economy built on cartoon trading cards, and he now has more money than you ever made at your 9-5 before the accident. He dabs in your face giggling. Your eyes roll back and you fall back into the bed, as a pale rider on a dark horse p...