You found yourself stuck in this endless loop of dying brutally, being revived, and then dying again. All while having to listen to this British dude ramble on about it, describing your deaths in gruesome detail… It was sickening.

This time, after having died yet again, you woke up in your old desk chair. An old computer sat in front of you, your reflection staring back at you as if it was mocking you.

Speaking of your reflection, you looked exhausted. There were bags under your eyes, and an empty, emotionless expression on your face. Despite all of this, it seemed you had a few minutes to yourself, so you stretched your arms out and leaned back in your chair.

But, right when you had managed to get comfortable, the Narrator spoke through the speakers in his usual annoyed tone.

“C’mon, get up. We don’t have time for you to mope around.” He said with almost a hint of disgust in his voice.