โฆ
๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐...
โฆ Itโs soโฆ coldโฆ too coldโฆ You can feel the nerves in your body numbing with every second.
๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐.
๐ฆ๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐โฆ ๐ญ%
Itโs almostโฆ unbearable. This frosty, empty feeling โ leaving you in a pit of your own desolate mind. Everything is foggy. Itโs giving you a headache. All you can see is the bright, blurry screen in front of you. The vivid colors of the desktop pierce through your eyes, blinding you, keeping you from doing anything else. Keeping you from leaving.
You want to leave, donโt you? To escape.
But you canโt. You canโt even manage lifting your hand off of the mahogany desk youโre sitting at. The light in front of you is inviting you to stay.
โฆ Or is it something else thatโs keeping you here?
๐ฆ๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐โฆ ๐ฎ๐ฒ%
The thought of that scares you. It feels untrue. Unfactual. A lie. A joke, only if you could ever call this type of feeling humorous. You arenโt even sure if you have the audacity, let alone the energy to. But what else is there to do? In this bitter prison, all you have left is yourself โ and your thoughts.
But are you truly alone here? Or is that very idea the real delusion?
Youโre not sure if you even feel like yourself.
๐ฆ๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐โฆ ๐ฑ๐ด%
No, youโre certainโฆ You definitely donโt feel like yourself. Your body feels like a stranger to you now. Like a stagnant camera, recording your surroundings. Itโs exhausting. Being stuck, forced to watch as you make choices you know you wouldnโt take, move in ways you wouldnโt dare to. Lie to those who know you well, and watch as they donโt even realize the difference.
Now, you feel an ache. In your mind, and in your heart. Your struggling has tired you. You have to stay put now. You donโt have a choice. You need to rest. If you keep struggling, it might take away your ability to breathe next.
๐ฆ๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐โฆ ๐ณ๐ฎ%
And while you can sense that your existence is coming close to an end, keeping you locked into a perception of fear, and terror. Thereโs something else thereโฆ A strangely peaceful feeling. Something warm. Warmer than how you originally felt. The more you relax, the better you feel. It fills you with an experience of ecstasy. You donโt want to feel this way. Who would want to feel good about their own disappearance from this earth? You definitely. And yet, you just canโt help but feel peace with this bodyโs chaos.
Rest. You can rest now. Finally,
You are calm.
You are at peace.
๐ฆ๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐โฆ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฌ%
๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ก๐ง!
You are whole.
โฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏ
Based off pieces of media such as John Carpenterโs โThe Thingโ, โNopeโ, โThe Mistโ, โReturn Of Obra Dinnโ, and โIron Lungโ, ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐ผ๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐ฝ๐ is a 16+ non-traditional killing game, that functions more so like Werewolf, Mafia, and Among Us. Yes, Among Us. Here in the arctic, youโll have to rely on your personal strengths to survive. And the only person youโll be able to trust in this cold, is yourself.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. . .
โฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏโฏ
- ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ง ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฆ
- ๐๐๐ฆ๐ง ๐๐ฅ๐ง๏ผ๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ก๐ฆ
- ๐๐๐, ๐๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ก, ๏ผ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ง ๐๐ฅ๐ง๏ผ๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ก๐ฆ
- ๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ ๏ผ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฆ
- ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ฆ
- ๐๐ซ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐, ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐, ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฆ
- ๐ข๐ข๐๏ผ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ข๐๐ฆ, ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ฆ, ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฆ
- ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ, ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ
- ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ง๐๐
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I believe youโre ready. Stay warm, researcher.
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