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Suddenly, Sidney staggered backward, wildly swinging at the air above his head.
"Fuck off! Fuckin' strings! They're yankin' at my brain! They fuckin'
hurt! Goddamnit!"
In his panic, the guardian stone attached to his hat tumbled to the ground. It crackled and chirped with static before a masculine voice came through in between the popping and hissing.
[[--idney, Sidney! Oh no, please, can someone hear me? Sidney! I'm sorry, it's the strings, they're interfering. I... I think it's because they're so tight.
To anyone who can hear me, I have i warm you. The message said that there were a "dangerous number" of players with these strings. So much so that the "puppet master" could win at nightfall if more are affected.]]
The voice stopped, only static coming through, before it came back, barely a whisper.
[[I'm sorry. I... I've been in these games before, but not... Not like this. I don't know what to do.]]