Jonas Jürgens, Thunderbolt writes: A massive headache pounds in his skull as he awakes on the floor of the club. In the distance, he can hear the thumping dance tunes. Hes attracted to them, even if just to figure out how the hell he got here. His memory seems to have been wiped. He reaches the dance floor and is horror-struck. Did he enter some portal to some parallel universe where the worst of 80s music lived forever? The lead singer is singing something about becoming the night, while blocky characters move stiffly around the dance floor. In fact, everything seems to have slowed down, like hes entered a slideshow, seeing just one snapshot of the world at a time. He returns the way he came and goes into a bathroom. He looks in the mirror. Theres no reflection. His stiff arms move to his temples, in a moment of faux drama. Whether the horror comes from the realization that hes now a vampire, or that hes stuck in such a crud game remains unknown.
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