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Elias felt a chill. He tried to Alt-Tab, but the keys were dead. On the screen, his little grey bean-shaped character stopped moving. An emergency meeting was called, but Elias hadn't touched the button.
He was the only player. No, that wasn't right. The player count in the corner read: . Elias felt a chill
You shouldn’t have unzipped the grave. An emergency meeting was called, but Elias hadn't
The voting screen appeared. There were no other players, just ten empty slots. Slowly, a name began to type itself into the chat box at the bottom. The player count in the corner read:
Elias moved his character toward Electrical. The vents didn’t just sit there; they seemed to breathe, the metal covers rattling with a rhythmic, wet thud. He tried to open the task menu, but instead of a wiring puzzle, the screen filled with a log of chat messages dated from years ago.