1123[“prometheus”]

PROGRAM DESCRIPTION:

You wake up suddenly to a large creature standing in your room

You have mere moments to escape it

Extreme reflexes

And you die

And you feel it

Every single detail

Every single brain cell shutting down

Only to be reawoken

In that same room

With that same creature

You can make it out of that room

This is not a dream

You can run out into the streets

Bright streetlights

Or dark driveway

It will chase you

The game is unforgiving

For the farther away you get

Its speed increases exponentially

Completely unfair

And you feel that impact

Of an inhuman, computer simulated force

And you feel that death, too

Only to awake

There are no save points

And you must have those same reflexes

If you wish to end this cycle of suffering