Save Scumming, Book 1

I died nine months from today. On the day that Fortress ENE — my home and one of the few safe cities left in North America — was assaulted by a million monsters pouring from the same portals we’d been exploiting for years. Nine months. I have nine months to find out who is responsible for the breach, which corporation stands to gain the most, and who is pulling the levers of power to burn my home down. What do I have? A shitty apartment on the outskirts, a job interview in the morning that I’d passed on nine months ago, and my obese cat, Mister Couchtop. Oh, and the ability to set Save points and Reload to them as often as I want, reliving entire days or a few minutes over and over again until I get everything just right. Yeah… I can do this.