The game had updated itself. The title screen flickered: TOMB RAIDER: GAME OF THE YEAR EDITION – MR DJ REP...

Pure, digital, terrified silence.

And she began to remember.

She ripped the main output cable from her own spine.

On the floor, a Maxell cassette tape labeled in Sharpie: "Tomb Raider GOTY – Mr DJ Rep Remix (Unfinished)."

It looks like you're referencing a specific, perhaps fictional or misremembered, title: – which brings to mind a remixed, chopped, and screwed version of the classic game, or a fan-edit where the soundtrack is the main character.

She fought it. Not with the shotgun. The shotgun was now a MIDI controller. She dodged a swipe, grabbed a fallen stalactite, and jammed it into the beast's neck like a needle into a record groove. The T-Rex stuttered. Repeated a loop of its death animation. Then, with a final ch-ch-ch-ch of a backspin, it dissolved into a puff of static.