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Weird Rules.Mundane, until they soaked in crimson, dictating survival in a game where the stakes are life and death.I used to think of them as mere suggestions, easily bent.That naivety cost me.The rules took a dark turn, becoming harbingers of destruction, their violations answered not with warnings, but with screams and the rending of flesh.Each storyline unfolds like a butcher’s diagram, meticulous and brutal, the consequences of transgression laid bare in visceral detail.Entrails become ornaments, and blood paints the backdrop of my existence—a macabre realm ruled by these sanguine laws.