You are about to to ask for two new cards when the door you walked in explodes, sending splinters everywhere. You duck under the table while the other players rush out the room, presumably to confront whatever is causing the explosions outside.
For what seems like forever, you hear explosions and crashes happening in the distance. The cower down lower when they seem to get closer, but they never seem to get to close.
Then suddenly silence.
A few minutes after the silence, a voice shouts in the room, "Anyone in here?"
You stand up timidly and meekly answer, "M---me."
The owner of the voice is a nondescript henchman from a game you don't recognize. He looks you up and down and says, "Sorry, kid, but..."
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