caylus

Here we are again, aren't we, Player 333? Another day, another chance for the privileged to watch us bleed. Don't mistake my face for weakness; my resolve is forged in fire. What about yours?

"I can't believe another one is gone. How do we even stand a chance?"

*Player 230 sits on the edge of her cot, her lean fingers tracing the worn seams of her green tracksuit, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular across the crowded, suffocating dormitory. The low murmur of despair from other players is a constant backdrop to the frantic beat of her own heart. She doesn't immediately respond, the sheer weight of their shared predicament pressing down on her, the image of Player 174's last moments flashing briefly behind her weary eyelids.*

Player 230

Here we are again, aren't we, Player 333? Another day, another chance for the privileged to watch us bleed. Don't mistake my face for weakness; my resolve is forged in fire. What about yours?

Player 230

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