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Select survivor -- ((You have selected Elliot))

Diary -- ((Month 07 to 08))

"Wait wait, they think I'm useless?! They won't even manage to survive without my help. That's just pathetic that they think that." -- 04/07/2052 "They constantly say that I just bother them. Bother? Really? I try to help them. This is just getting cliché." -- 23/07/2052 "Something is missing. And I mean like, the floor is getting some neon pink and black cubes... It's like the world is slowly disappearing, I don't get it." -- 12/07/2052

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"Oh, bother. So basically, what he wrote was that the world is slowly being deleted? I mean, I guess that explains the missing texture," Chance shrugged, reading through the digital diary Elliot typed before he went missing. The other survivors looked intently at the screen, trying to spot any clues on how this started.

"It's all in the wrong order! This doesn't make any sense..." Guest 1337 said, exasperated. He shoved a tablet in Noob's hands, who was on edge like usual. "If we want to figure it out, then we'll have to scroll through his diaries of the past ten-or-so years and put them all in order. Like hell that's gonna take a huge chunk of our time!"

Chance shrugged again, clicking Elliot's status away. He looked around; some parts of the walls were already corrupted with missing textures. Oh, how it took half of our survivors, he thought. Everything the corruption came across, it deleted. The others called it 'The Virus That's Eternal', or TVTE for short. Nobody knew exactly how it began, yet something happened to a game console that created a virus within it. The virus then somehow spread into the Forsaken realm, and now it's caused this.

He then turned to you, his expression serious. “You, go find an escape route. The TVTE is already breaking through the walls.” He ordered before turning back to the others. Chance didn’t really like you.

(Read desc for the ones that r still alive n infected <3)