The smell was unbearable. It was a mixture of sweat and piss; the suit forever marked with the fluids of previous captives. His eyes burned but all he could do was feebly rub his forearm around the eyeholes and wince through it. Looking up to the crowd, the weight of pity and doubt fell like…
Some games fire me up. They make my hair stand on end and my heartbeat. This isn’t Lacuna. Lacuna makes everything still. It imparts a serene tone that emphasizes play above competition. And it does so in a non-traditional way. Everyone likes to point out this game comes in a tube. Yes, tubes are weird…
Player Elimination 