The 18th hole was a vertical climb up a giant volcano. The tension was thick. Arthur was down by one stroke.

He took a deep breath. He didn't look at the power bar. He felt it. He flicked his mouse with the grace of a digital tiger. The ball raced up the incline, danced along the rim of the lava pit, and hovered—teetering on the edge of the cup.

"Gentlemen," Arthur whispered into his headset. "Prepare for the windmill of doom." The First Swing

"It’s bugged!" he yelled, laughing as his friends used their own balls to try and knock him back into bounds. It turned into a high-speed demolition derby. They weren't playing golf anymore. They were playing cosmic billiards with no rules. The Final Stroke

Arthur’s ball hit a speed booster. He watched in horror as his sphere reached escape velocity, ignored the laws of gravity, and began to orbit a decorative palm tree.