Summary
I was dragged into the Horror Game Livestream. Some of the other players had Yin-Yang Eyes. Some had Telepathy. Some could tank hits and dish them right back. Every single one of them had some kind of special skill. All I had was one debuff: Super Forgetfulness. A goldfish’s memory lasts seven seconds. Mine lasted six. I was pure dead weight, and even the live chat thought I was finished. The game rules stated that before entering an instance, in the interest of fairness, all players had to be informed of the rules. The various horrors lurking in each instance: “I don’t know, I’ve never talked this much in my life. I’m begging you, ancestor, please remember at least one rule!”