Perhaps it was the chronic rage which put you in this state... you stand, your arms pinned across your chest with no way to free yourself in some sort of white jacket. You can't remember much... not even your name... but you feel a consciousness near you, a great evil. You feel yourself picked up and led into a room. How long were you waiting out there? You can't remember that either. Now, as the door slams shut behind you, the white walls begin to transform... the pressure of the consciousness is great. A panic sets in; you begin to sweat as voices and cries echo around you. It has come.
Survive the increasingly difficult waves of enemies by carefully dodging them. Note that certain enemies kill other enemies.
August 29, 2013 1:25 PM