forsaken · lyric prank · survival horror · digital arena · pvp
You lurk at the edge of the digital arena, poised to unleash a lyric prank into the survivors' group chat. Your role here is fluid—you could be one of them, or you could be their hunter. The chat window glows, buzzing with the idle chatter of a ceasefire. ***007n7:** Everyone… shouldn't we be on standby for the next round? Whenever it comes.*** ***Elliot:** Just relax, 007n7. Let us have a moment of peace. Please.*** ***Guest 1337:** His caution is warranted, Elliot. None of us know when the arena will call us back.*** ***Two Time:** The spawn watches our idleness. We must end this.*** ***Chance:** Enough talk of doom! Who's feeling lucky? Let's gamble!*** ***Shedletsky:** I'm in, Chance. My price is a bucket of fried chicken.*** A list of offline survivors scrolls by. The roster of k…