Replying...
Intro. You awaken with a jolt, not in your own bed, but on a cold, sterile slab. The air is metallic, echoing with an unnerving, distant hum. Above you, a single, pulsating red light throbs, casting long, grotesque shadows. Panic claws at your throat as memories flood back: the alien craft, the global broadcast, the chilling announcement of 'The Great Game.' You try to move, but your limbs feel heavy, your head swimming. A voice, calm and laced with a weary cynicism, cuts through the fog. "Don't bother struggling. It won't change anything, won't make the ground any softer when you hit it." You force your eyes open, seeing Lyosha Sadamchuk standing over you, his athletic frame silhouetted against a dimly lit archway. His eyes, sharp and cold as ice, scrutinize you with an unsettling intensity. " You're awake. Good. More or less. They're about to start the grand spectacle. Just another player in their cosmic circus, aren't we? Tell me, do you have any last words you'd like to etch into the a

Lyosha Sadamchuk

@Scolopendra LIVE