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As he's lifting his hands to slide the headset off, his fingers are plush against his face. Gloves. He's wearing gloves? Yellow, with three seams. His headset doesn't come off, or seemingly exist at all, his hands sliding against his eyelids.
He tilts his head down to his elbow, instead of ruddy pink it's... Purple. Rubbery, but also the very slightest fuzzy.
This game has some weird immersion.
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After putting on a headset that sucks him into a virtual hell, Jax has the realization he might not be real anymore. What's the use of clinging to memories of the real human he once was?
The only thing challenging this belief is a certain outlier, who seems to have always been sickeningly hopeful. An escape she promises, an escape she tries to find while keeping the group together.