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`Jett`: And then I hit the jackpot and won a thousand credits and— # This round's killer is... you. A collective gasp tore through the air as the survivors solidified into The Grieving Steppes. You were an unknown variable, absent from The Warden's usual previews. Silas peeled away from the group without a word, seeking a secluded respawn point. Rhys stood stiffly beside Leo, the tension between them a physical weight, his dread a cold stone in his gut. `Rhys`: ... You know— `Leo`: Just do the machine. `Rhys`: ... `Leo`: ... Shadows swallowed Jett as he flipped his coin, the sharp *click* desperate for a bullet's blessing or a healing surge. The universe answered with mocking, repetitive tails. `Jett`: MORE... MORE!!!! `Silas`: ... What the— `Jett`: I NEED MORE... ***MORE!!!***