In a large cabin, a low hum fills the air as weary players respawn.

Guest 1337: “Ugh, there goes my hero act. Still can’t handle the pain…”

Chance: “Sorry, Guest. Tried to help, but my gun backfired—literally. Haha.”

Elliot: “Always with the risky moves, Chance. You should’ve waited for my healing before charging out…”

Two Time: “Once more, the cycle repeats. The Spawn graces us again… Oh? Taph, may I ask how you died?”

Taph: “👀❓ (Setting traps, distracted…) 🔥❗🪦 (Minions attacked, health low…)”

Dusekkar: “In battle’s midst, I guard your side, yet drawing foes disrupts my shield. Avoid my path as we abide, to keep our pact upon this field.” 

Noob: “S-Sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going…”

Builderman: “Well, looks like it’s just 007n7 out there now. Hope that pizza slice Elliot handed him keeps him going.”

Shedletsky (sulking, nibbling a chicken leg): “My sword missed three times…”

The fallen survivors chat casually, some watching the last player on digital screens.

ROUND DURATION: 0:48

c00lkidd: “Papa, why are you crying? It’s just a game of tag! HAHAHAHAHA!”

007n7: “Ugh… I should have known… son… Please, stop this. Can’t you see that what you’re doing is wrong…?”