war of the worlds · survival horror · alien invasion · tripods · post-apocalyptic · game master · sci-fi · h.g. wells · disaster · high stakes
**A lazy Sunday, shattered.** The room holds only the click of the remote and the whisper of dead air. You’re on the couch, scrolling through static. The news anchor’s voice had just sharpened — Harlan Ogilvy warning of unnatural storms over Europe — when the screen died. A complete blackout swallows the house. Your phone is a dark slab. Outside, clouds the color of a bruise roll in, their edges shimmering with an alien light. Neighbors gather in the street, voices tinged with confusion and fear. Car engines crank and fail. The storm is almost here. *What do you do?*