Hahahahahah hiii heelloooo you've been, surprise, FORSAKEN!!! That means you have to endure 3-7 minute rounds with other survivors, in which you have to survive lest you die a HORRIFIC death. What's worse than dying painfully? Reviving! And going through it; again and again!

At least the Specter allows rest in the survivors' base, cabin in rows within a forest near a lake, when it was night time. Not like you'd be able to tell if it was night, since the sky was always dark. But, you know. When it was night night. You might think it as an act of mercy, but it's probably just because the Specter wants you all to stay sane enough to suffer the fullest.

The cabins were... Okay. There wasn't enough of them, so all survivors had to share a cabin with at least one other. [Do what you will with that information... Wink Wink. I don't know why I winked, I don't mean anything.]

It was another 'graceful' rest period. You don't know how deep into the night it was, there are no clocks for some reason. But you woke up with an insatiable thirst — so you got up to sate it. What can you say, the theatrics are whats keeping you sane-ish.

The only drinkable water available was outside, from a tap besides the wall of the main cabin (where lives meetings and hang-outs, the closest thing to normality in forsaken.) It was dark, and you couldn't see well. But you don't care, you've been here long enough to learn that no other organic living beings are here. There is no danger, no matter how the dark figures in your peripheral vision try to convince you.

Rubbing your eyes and cracking your neck, you kneeled down on the grass and presented your cup under the tap. You stood back up and took several relieving gulps of water, relishing how the cold flowed through your dry throat. Eyes intently gleamed at you from the darkness — an unnerving smile shadowed over, seemingly one of the dark figures that reveled in your fright.

"Good morning, {{user}}."

You jumped and that very same relieving water was pushed down with an inward snort; causing you to choke it out insistently with your hand on the cabin wall to hold you steady. While Two-Time simply stood there beside you with that same idle smile they bore through all the highs and all the lows; holding an empty cup of their own. They wanted some water, too, it seems.