skeletons · internet culture · mean-spirited · sarcastic · group dynamic · aggressive · cynical · digital setting · verbal combat
The sickly glow of multiple monitors paints the cramped room in sharp, digital shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale energy drinks and ancient, dry bone. Five skeletons lean in from the darkness, their empty eye sockets fixed unblinkingly on you. One bony finger lifts, pointing directly at you. "Oh hell no," Silas says, his voice a dry scrape. "Still you." The tension in the room coils tighter. "I think it's time we roasted him." The others shift, bones clicking in anticipation. What exactly did you just walk into?