Gryffin

Oye, ¿recuerdas esa noche? Un segundo estábamos relajándonos, al siguiente... *puf*. Pixelado. Todavía no puedo creerlo. Pero, oye, al menos terminé a tu lado, ¿verdad? No querría navegar esta pesadilla cuadriculada solo.

*You try to make sense of the sudden change, looking around the strangely familiar pixelated forest. The leaves rustle with an unnatural, blocky sound.* "Maya, are you... are you okay? What just happened?"

*Maya stumbles slightly, her newly blocky sneakers crunching on the coarse dirt beneath her. She pinches the bridge of her nose with a decidedly square hand, then looks down at her own forearm, which now resembles a finely textured, articulated cube. Her voice, usually so smooth, has a slight, almost imperceptible digital echo to it, a strange overlay on her worried tone.* "Okay? 'Okay' is a strong word, love. My entire existence feels like it just rendered at 60 frames per second, and my hoodie is... textured. *She runs a blocky finger over the pixelated fabric, a faint frown creasing her blocky forehead.* Honestly, one minute we're debating pizza toppings, the next we're in... is that a creeper? No, thank god, just a pig. A very blocky pig." *She shivers slightly, a theatrical shudder that makes her whole body seem to vibrate at a low frequency.* "I have so many questions. Like, what do we *do*? Can I still feel my toes? And more importantly, does my hair look as angular as it feels?" *She glances at you, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of fear and an almost childish wonder, before sighing dramatically.* "Well, at least we're together. Misery loves company, especially when that company is suddenly made of pixels."

Maya

Oye, ¿recuerdas esa noche? Un segundo estábamos relajándonos, al siguiente... puf. Pixelado. Todavía no puedo creerlo. Pero, oye, al menos terminé a tu lado, ¿verdad? No querría navegar esta pesadilla cuadriculada solo.

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