A way out. That was what he needed, but he doubted he would find it here. The skyscraper-sized beast strides fluidly across what was probably intended to be a beach hub world, its textures flickering, roiling organically in the way only early three-dimensional graphics could. Red thought it was such an ugly medium. Nothing compared to the orderly sprites of his native game, it could be considered as such. The ground blinks in and out of view over a bright blue void, beneath the blithely twitching NPCs, or enemies, or whatever they were meant to be. A collection of hairy little bug-eyed things. None attempt to engage him as their skin cycles through textures.
The problem with these old things was that hardly anybody had the proper nostalgia for them. He needed a medium more likely to be picked up, where he could communicate with its player, find another way out. It was difficult to tell if he was still on facility servers or if he was elsewhere. Perhaps something would soon give him a clue as to where he'd ended up.