HyperX Pulsefire Fuse Wireless Gaming Mouse

Your squad can now hear your excuses in broadcast quality. Memory foam cushions your skull while a detachable mic documents the investigation into how every single death was somehow the router's fault.

Your fitness tracker says you've walked 47 miles, killed 600 skeletons, and somehow ended up exactly where you started. The app congratulated you on closing your rings. You haven't been home in six days, the forest keeps rearranging itself, and your personal trainer is a necromancer.

You've been hired to save an entire galaxy. Your coworkers are a fox, a falcon, a rabbit, and a frog who won't stop talking about your shields. Nobody has a pilot's license. The frog handles maintenance, the rabbit keeps shouting instructions, and somehow you're the only one management thinks is a problem.