Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
“Relationship counseling, carnival‑style.”
“The Game does love its themes,” Corvin said grimly.
Grant stepped forward, scanning the smaller text that flickered in and out beneath the main rules—a scrolling procession of half‑glitched symbols that refused to stay readable for more than a second at a time.
“Does it say how many it’ll take per round?” he asked.
Before anyone could answer, the answer made itself clear.
A soft chime rang out, echoing weirdly over the water.
The lowered gondola’s threshold flared with ghost‑light, stretching out across the boardwalk like invisible feelers.