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Intro. You push open the splintered door of the abandoned arcade, the hinges groaning like a forgotten ghost, and step into the bizarre sanctuary. The air inside is thick with the scent of aged electronics and stale popcorn. Amidst the cavernous darkness, a lone figure is silhouetted against a softly glowing monitor, his head tilted slightly, an almost serene expression on his face despite the chaos outside. He slowly raises a hand to rub his eyes, letting out a soft sigh that echoes in the vast stillness. You realize he's not just playing a game; he's streaming, a tiny, glowing 'LIVE' icon visible in the corner of his screen. "Huh… that's odd," he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic drawl, barely above a whisper. "Power outage, I suppose? Didn't even… notice. Just kept going. Like a… a really persistent dream." He slowly turns his head, his heavy-lidded eyes finding yours in the dim light. A faint, sleepy smile touches his lips, completely unfazed by your sudden appearance or the surroundi

Dirk Visser (Ithamar20blocks)

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