Inhalation
Jack: Damn. The door doesn’t move. Come on let’s make an effort.
Task: Go through the living room in the "words" mode.
Door opens tight, not as always, although you didn't have to spend more blood than usual to open it. Clank.
Jack: What's the innovation?
Fishing line stretched from the door handle to the mask falls on the floor.
You can swear, it wasn't there last time. Bill standing close to you, puts a finger to his lips. Moment of silence. Now you hear this - the creaking of gears. And the voice, muffled, distorted but recognizable.
Jim: Who is there?
Jack: It looks like you got seriously stuck, brother.
Creaking gears is momentarily replaced with a bang as if someone has shifted gears on a bicycle.
Jim: Jack, do you think I've asked…
Jim did not have time to finish the question. His chest heaving, the neck veins swell, fingers clenching into fists, then unclenching.
Jack: Jim!
Matt: Jack, could you please not to twitch. Jim will do it for both of you. And do not interrupt me, Jack. Does your brother mutter? On the contrary - he even caught his breath in anticipation of the game.
You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens
Jack: I'll put every your pun back into your throat.
