Other people in an infinite-flow game: escape, solve puzzles, and fight to stay alive.
Me in an infinite-flow game: pick up gear, pick up items, and happen to pick up a husband, too.
System: Players must follow the rules, or face the consequences.
Me: Rules? Hold on, I need to sweep this handsome big shot off his feet first.
Handsome big shot: ...Stay close. I’ll protect you.
Me: You got it, hubby!
From then on, every horror instance has an eccentric duo:
One handles the craziness, the other handles the spoiling;
one handles the reckless fun, the other takes the hits.
While everyone else risks their lives escaping, we’re on a state-funded date.
No matter how terrifying the instance is, can it be scarier than the husband I picked up?
Mission objective: survive, and bring my husband home while I’m at it.
