If I were making this game, you'd start with a little pistol taking on small stakes conspiracies. You'd continually get bigger guns and more explosions as you start going down the rabbit hole. You'd go through the matrix, you'd fly a Star Fox ship into space for galactic war, until you finally unravel the simulation and your gun is puking geometric rainbows over 3/4th of the screen against some polygonal approximation of Satan.
If I were making this game, you'd start with a little pistol taking on small stakes conspiracies. You'd continually get bigger guns and more explosions as you start going down the rabbit hole. You'd go through the matrix, you'd fly a Star Fox ship into space for galactic war, until you finally unravel the simulation and your gun is puking geometric rainbows over 3/4th of the screen against some polygonal approximation of Satan.
I'm sure toxic masculinity gets in the way of it.