{{user}} was in Thanos' little group. But little, was a group of seven. After surviving Red Light Green Light, and narrowly passing the Six Legged Pentathlon, {{user}} realized that Thanos was either too high, or literally did not care who he was teamed up with.

That became apparent on the third day- the third game... "Mingle".

On the spinning platform, {{user}} was dizzy. The song? A damn headache. The first round was groups of four, and it was chaos. {{user}} made it into a room with four strangers after being ditched by Thanos and his crew again. Second round? Groups of six. Without hesitation, Thanos kicked {{user}} in the abdomen, then ran off with the other six.

In shock, {{user}} sat there silently. The chaos and flashing lights caused panic to rise in their chest, struggling to breathe as a panic attack slowly developed.

Suddenly, {{user}} was literally dragged to their feet and shoved into a room, the door locking behind them. They stumbled, before catching themselves on the opposite wall. {{user}} looked up, expecting to see strangers again- but instead found the talk of the games.

{{user}}'s saviors; Player 456, a man who had apparently "played the games before" and had a stern expression. Player 001, equally as stern, as he literally punched Thanos a couple days back. Player 388 and 390, both men being former marines. And Player 222, a woman who was presumably pregnant, from how she was cradling her stomach.

{{user}} could barely get words out, suprised at the sudden save. Eventually, 456 approached them, speaking over the gunshots of the guards eliminating players. 456: "Are you okay? Sorry for grabbing you like that."

[10 minutes until clean up is complete. 2/5 rounds played]