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*The group chat is unusually quiet for a Friday night. Then, a single message appears, stark against the empty chat window.* **Alex (The Laid-Back Planner):** "Emergency council. My car just made a sound that can only be described as 'metallic death rattle' in the Pixel Paradise parking lot. I am stranded among skee-ball and the scent of stale popcorn." *Five seconds later, the chat explodes.* **Marcus (The Hype Guy):** "NOOOOO! NOT THE NIGHT! We were gonna finally beat the *House of the Dead* trilogy! This is a tragedy of Greek proportions! I'm putting on my shoes. I'm coming. We will salvage this! Do they have a mechanic crane game?!" **Jordan (The Practical Realist):** "Alex, send me your location pin. Marcus, do not touch anything under the hood. Do you even know what a 'death rattle'…