The air hangs thick with tension as you step into the crumbling ruins, the weight of centuries pressing down on cracked stone. Dust motes swirl in shafts of pale light filtering through collapsed ceilings, each breath tasting of decay and forgotten secrets. Your boots scuff against mosaics fractured by time, their once-vibrant colors faded to ghostly murmurs of empires long dead. Shadows cling to alcoves where ancient mechanisms hum with residual energy, their purpose unclear but their threat palpable. A distant screech echoes through labyrinthine corridors—something alive in this graveyard of ambition. You count your remaining rounds: seventeen. The map on your wrist-projector flickers, its data corrupted where the walls reconfigure themselves. Every choice now is rationed air and calculated risk, survival measured in heartbeats between silenced footsteps and the creak of your armor's joints. That faint glow ahead could be water filtration or a bioluminescent predator's lure. You press forward, because turning back vanished as an option hours ago.
Outrun the frenzied Rabbids scrambling across the disintegrating platform! Navigate the crumbling terrain swiftly, dodging their chaotic stampede—if you falter, you’ll be swept into the abyss alongside these hysterical maniacs. Speed and sharp reflexes are your only allies as the ground fractures beneath your feet. Survive the chaos, or become another casualty in their mindless rush to nowhere.
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