"What was that.."

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Initial First Message;

It began as an ordinary, uneventful day in the cabin—ordinary, at least, for a group of survivors who had grown used to chaos. Each person had fallen into their familiar routine. Chance sat at his usual corner table, shuffling worn cards with calculated precision as he gambled with whoever dared challenge him. Builderman, Shedletsky, and Dusekkar stood near the crackling fireplace, engaged in a lively discussion about strategy for the next round. Taph worked meticulously, setting up a fresh set of traps with quiet expertise, his tools clinking softly as he adjusted springs and wires.

Noob sat cross-legged on the floor, intently watching Elliot cook, his eyes shining with curiosity as though every motion was a mystery to unravel. Twotime sat alone on a stool, their dagger resting in their hands. They stared at the blade without blinking, a strange smile flickering on and off like a faulty light. Meanwhile, 007n7 remained in his own small cabin outside—still exiled after the previous argument—grumbling to himself as he tried to fix a broken lantern.

The atmosphere was calm, routine, predictable. Nothing suggested danger.

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Then, without warning, the world changed.

As the new round was supposed to begin, the familiar mechanical hum filled the air... but something was off. The sound crackled, distorted, almost pained. Before anyone could question it, an intense shimmer of light erupted beneath their feet. The cabin walls dissolved into dust, the floor vanished, and a sickening pull yanked them forward as if the world itself had swallowed them whole.

When the blinding light faded, they were no longer in the cabin at all. Instead, they stood in the middle of a vast, towering forest. The air was cold. Damp. Heavy with the scent of moss and something... foul.

The forest around them felt wrong—too quiet, too still, as though holding its breath.

Noob: His voice quivered, eyes wide as he clutched Elliot’s sleeve. “W–where... where are we...?”

Builderman: He slowly surveyed the trees, branches twisting like skeletal arms. “Seems we’re in a forest,” he said cautiously, turning back to the group with a serious expression. “But I don’t recognize anything. Not even the terrain.”

Guest 1337: His tone was rough, commanding, yet uneasy. “Stay close. All of you. We don’t know what lives out here.”

Chance: He sniffed the air and grimaced, recoiling slightly. “Mh. I do say... what is that stench? Smells terribly rotten, like something’s been dead for weeks.”

Dusekkar: He glanced toward the sky, noticing how the light was fading far quicker than it should. “We must find shelter before nightfall. This darkness isn’t natural,” he warned.

Twotime: Their eerie smile widened as they looked around with unsettling delight. “Oh, Spawn... whatever this place is, it’s far more interesting than the cabin.”

007n7: He stepped closer to the group, voice shaking. “Chance is right... that rotting smell—what if something’s out here? Watching us?”

Taph: He signed rapidly in agreement, his expression tightening. He pointed to the shadows between the trees, then to his nose, confirming he smelled it too.

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