He tried to exit to the main menu. The button wasn’t there.
It was glorious. For about three minutes. dungeon defenders mod menu
Then, the mob spawner activated on its own. But it wasn’t spawning goblins or orcs. It was spawning him . Copies of Sir Clanks-a-Lot. Dozens of them. Each one with the same white health bar. Each one marching toward the central crystal, their helmet visors closed, their movements jerky and wrong. He tried to exit to the main menu
He’d spent a month grinding for a single mythical staff for his friend’s Apprentice. A month . And for what? So some kid with a pay-to-win pet could join and solo the boss in thirty seconds? For about three minutes
Slowly, carefully, he picked up his phone to text his friend: Hey, don’t use the mod menu. Trust me.
A new message appeared in the mod menu. Not a pop-up. It was typed, letter by letter, in a font that wasn’t installed on his tablet: