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"Pitch black. It was pitch black. It was so dark, you couldn't see anything."

This rang throughout my head, like a church bell going off in an empty town. Revisiting this game was one of my biggest regrets.

Seeing this classic game pop up on the front page made me feel reassured, for some reason. Other than being one of the first games I played, it was simple but quirky. Usually, most games don't have that feeling. It gave off a weird nostalgic sense. It wasn't... Annoying? It was normal. It WAS normal.

I clicked play and head inside the game. I wasn't really too busy or occupied with anything when I joined, so I just used the game as a filler for my spare time, let it play and do it's stuff while I scroll my Twitter timeline, chat on Discord, the usual.

The entire map loaded, and it was the regular, old lobby. What I did notice though, was the chat. It was filled with little kids with their gibberish and spam. Except it took a turn. After a few minutes within the elevator, the chat was filled with the same kids telling others to leave, or reset. I was confused.

I went inside the elevator, waited for the three seconds to go by.

''It was dark. It was pitch black. No light, anywhere.''

The used-to-be elevator is missing, or probably its walls. The other players and I stood on top of a motionless platform. No walls. If you move too far, you fell, and you vanish and appear; right back on the platform. And it was dark. There was no use rising your brightness. It was black, everywhere.

A few seconds pass by, and a tapping, like fingers tapping on glass sound effect would play. I was confused and left. This just left me more annoyed. I decided to play other games instead.

~

The tornado siren just rang through the whole neighborhood. The power's gone. I hear screams. I hear screams of children, coming from the nearby school. I sat inside my bedroom, afraid and worried, to the point that I might collapse and die without knowing it. My train of thought derailed. I feel like an insane man, writing this right now. I'm crawling on the floor, on the bed. I feel like my bedroom already lost its walls because of the incoming tornado. I'm losing it. I hear tapping on my window door. I don't even want to check.

It's so cold, it's so dark. I can't see. It's pitch black.