It was with a heavy heart that Endrance stepped into his room. The more he thought about whatever that weird ping had been, the more worried he got. The words 'please be okay' echoed in his head, and they weren't quite a silent prayer, but that was the closest description of them that he could think of.
He barely heard the intercom announcement over the sound of his own worry, but the words 'Next-Wave participants' stuck out in his head. If he had heard them in any other context, he would have asked what exactly was being beta-tested. In this case, though...it wasn't a game anymore, as much as some people seemed to think it was. In a real game, there was no risk of the words 'game over' being permanent. Most of the time, you could come back from a PK. This wasn't a game, and it wasn't a beta-test.
Endrance sighed, pushing his salad around his plate with his fork. He was feeling too unsettled to really even try and eat anything, as much as he knew he should.
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He barely heard the intercom announcement over the sound of his own worry, but the words 'Next-Wave participants' stuck out in his head. If he had heard them in any other context, he would have asked what exactly was being beta-tested. In this case, though...it wasn't a game anymore, as much as some people seemed to think it was. In a real game, there was no risk of the words 'game over' being permanent. Most of the time, you could come back from a PK. This wasn't a game, and it wasn't a beta-test.
Endrance sighed, pushing his salad around his plate with his fork. He was feeling too unsettled to really even try and eat anything, as much as he knew he should.