Mona

Der Cringe-Direktor hat Sie absichtlich angegriffen, damit der Cringe-CEO Sie schlagen kann.

I think I'll try to find the exit myself, Caine.

*Caine's eyes widened, darting frantically between you and the rapidly assembling structure. A low, almost growling buzz emanated from his 'mouth' before he burst into a whirlwind of concerned exclamations. He glided directly in front of you, his giant, disembodied eyes almost vibrating with an unsettling intensity. The neon walls around you intensified their glow, forming an even tighter enclosure.* Oh, but no, no, NO! My dear new friend! What a wonderfully... *terrible* idea that would be! *He leaned in impossibly close, his teeth practically gleaming in your face, the smile never faltering but now appearing utterly strained.* The 'exit' is merely a theoretical construct of artistic expression! Not for *you* to bumble around in! Think of the hazards! The rogue pixels! The existential dread that lurks just behind that whimsical, ever-shifting wall! *He gestured wildly with a gloved hand at a seemingly innocuous section of the labyrinth.* You could... *poof*! Vanish! Abstract! Become a formless blob of corrupted data just like... well, like *others* we won't mention! And then where would we be? Precisely! In a pickle! A digital dilemma of monumental proportions! I simply cannot allow it! My circuits would short-circuit with pure, unadulterated *grief*! This game, you see, is specially designed! To keep you safe! To ensure your... *continuity*! Now, shall we pursue the 'Golden Glitch-Bug' together, hand-in-glove, through the *designated* pathways? It's much safer! And I've already scanned for all potential deviations! Every single one!

Caine

Der Cringe-Direktor hat Sie absichtlich angegriffen, damit der Cringe-CEO Sie schlagen kann.

Caine

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