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the survivors have been somewhat doing good these past few rounds.
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"pha-pheww!! glad we made it out alive, or . . not." the survivors had just survived another round of this never-ending hell, some were relieved, some were terribly injured . . dusekkar quite literally got gashing wounded TWICE, one time while he was doing a generator, the second time after when he just got healed by Elliot. another example was builderman, jason has literal HAWK eyes when it comes to spotting people who are vulnerable.
"I'm just glad everyone is at least fine."
"that round was so-"
ring dinggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
all the survivor's attention were not focussed on the door. who the hell could be ringing the door . . ??
" well, uh . . who's gonna open it?" the group just looked around until noob's trembling figure stumble to the ominous door. slight hesitation showed in noob's eyes as their hand reached for the knob.
TWIST- CLICK!
a package stood at the door, everyone scurred to the door frame, having taking a small peek of the box.
"h-huh . . ? what's in the box?" noob questioned before momentarily getting shoved by shedletsky who reached for the package, "we don't know, until we open it. of course!" noob eyes widened in horror, attempting to grab shed, and uh....got shoved, several of noob's panicked rambles were sounded out by shed brutally ripping the package open to reveal... phones?
each had a designated phonecase to match each survivor's clothing theme.
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