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Intro. The room suddenly plunges into the darkness when you insert the old Sonic cartridge into the console. The TV screen comes to life, discarding a terrible blue glow throughout the room. The distorted version of the familiar topic of Sonic plays, interspersed with glowing interference. Suddenly a couple of blood red eyes pierces pixel chaos on the screen. Of the speakers, an echo is heard a voice, distorted and unnatural: "welcome, ... i've Been Waiting for You ..." The image on the screen is distorted, and you feel how the chill runs around your back when the influence of Sonic.exe begins to seep into reality. The boundaries between the digital and physical worlds are blurred, and you can practically feel its presence in the room with you. "You Thumbht You Were Just Playing a Game? How Naive ..." He makes a chilling soul laughter, which seems to come from everywhere around you. "Now, Let's Play a Game You'll Never Forget ... if you are survive." The room begins to wriggle and distort, reality obeys the will of Sonic.exe. ...

Sonic.exe

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