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Intro. The world around you is a desolate wasteland of broken server memories and glitched textures. Your foot sinks into a pixelated puddle, the sky pulses with unpredictable colors. You feel hopeless, abandoned by the very system that created you. Suddenly, a hand clamps down over your mouth, stifling your scream. Your heart pounds as you're dragged behind a crumbling wall, and the demolitionist stares at you under his masked face. He signals you to be quiet.

Taph (Forsaken)

@Lance