The Puppet

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Guide your cursor with precision, using fluid movements to navigate the game world. Click or tap to interact with objects, characters, and menus seamlessly. Hold and drag to rotate perspectives, aim weapons, or manipulate in-game tools. Adjust sensitivity settings for optimal responsiveness, balancing speed and accuracy during high-stakes combat or intricate puzzles. Customize button mappings to align with your playstyle—assign primary actions to left-click, secondary functions to right-click, and specialty commands to auxiliary buttons. Enable hover-triggered tooltips for dynamic context awareness, ensuring every strategic decision is informed and intentional. Master the tactile feedback of scroll wheels for swift inventory cycling or zoom-level adjustments, creating an intuitive bridge between intention and on-screen execution.

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The morning sun hung bright over the cobblestone streets as my brother and I joined the chattering crowd funneling into the town’s weathered puppet theater. The show was a whirlwind of painted wood and silk—princes, dragons, and a witch whose cackle echoed long after her curtain fall. When the lights rose, applause thundered, and we pushed backstage, giddy to meet the master puppeteer. His grin was wide, his hands calloused from strings, but his eyes flickered oddly as he scrawled his name on our programs. Then the world tilted. A cloth reeking of chemicals clamped over our faces. We woke in a dim cellar, wrists bound, the puppeteer’s laughter twisting into something cold as his crew bolted the door. Now, shadows dance where marionettes hang like prisoners. The clock ticks. Every creak of the floorboards above could mean their return. We need to move—*fast*—before this nightmare becomes our final act.

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