"Robots." Andrew called out.
The room changed into a military base, and a soldier approached Andrew. "You're the new meat. Typical. I requested a large battalion and I get one man. How the hell am I supposed to win this war and stop those alien bastards from turning us all into mindless machines. Just yesterday, I lost a special commando squad to those freaks. They were my best fighters with over 1000 kills each. Now they are using their skills to capture more of my men."
"So this game's objective is to win this war?"
"GAME?!?!? Son, this ain't no game. This is war. If you think this is a game, you should just go to the aliens and allow them to turn you into their robot slave. I don't need you if you think this is a game."
"Mental note, these game characters are programmed to react to everything I say." Andrew muttered.
"One last warning, If you get caught, you're cut off. You will get no help, and you will not be welcome at this base ever again."
"Why not?"
"Two weeks ago, we retrieved a captive. He told me that he saw their base, and could turn the tide of this war. I sent a commando squad in the destroy the base, and they walked into a trap. The captive had been transformed before we got to him, and he transformed the entire squad.