Bronze Age Jamz: Jammin' with Jamal

"What the hell is this?" Jamal growled as he looked at what looked like a slab of brown paper in his hands.

"It's a silicone-based backing," said the salesman with a patronizing smile. "If you've ever played one of these games, then you'll know that you have to have a screen wrap for it to work."

Jamal held up the large rectangle and slammed it onto the counter. It was big enough to cover his entire chest, and wrapped around his neck tightly. The material was thin, so even though it looked like paper, it still felt like he had a piece of wood strapped around him. He glared at the salesman, who had the nerve to look away from his furious stare, and turned around to return it to the shelf behind him. A few seconds later an electronic chirp sounded, and Jamal turned around to find the salesman holding out a new box towards him.

"That should be fine," he said with an exaggerated smile. "It is supposed to be flexible after all."

"Should be? Should be flexible?" Jamal asked incredulously. "You're telling me that I can't damage it?"

The salesman shrugged. "Of course not! This is top quality material!" He glanced at the clock behind him and then sighed. "Look, I've got another customer waiting for me, so if you'd just take your purchase-"

"Wait!" Jamal barked as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a wad of crumpled notes. "Here's two hundred fifty dollars. Just give me what I want." The salesman stared at him for a second, but then took the money and handed over the box with a sigh.

"Have a nice day," he mumbled as Jamal turned around again and headed for the door. The moment he was outside of the store he ripped open the package and threw away everything except for the paper-thin plastic backing itself. After making sure that there were no security cameras nearby, he removed his shirt and wrapped the plastic around his chest tightly before pulling on his shirt again. A moment later he had opened up his laptop and connected it to the screen wrap by plugging in some cables that were attached to its backside - another thing that annoyed Jamal greatly since it meant that you couldn't use anything else while using this thing called a 'game' - and hit 'play'.

He was in an empty room with tiled floors and walls of blue stone blocks arranged into square patterns. A minute later a message appeared: 'Welcome to India 3000: The Game'.