You wake up in a city that is now half concrete, half painted cardboard. Your reflection in a puddle is cel-shaded. Your coffee mug has a tiny, expressive face and begs you not to drink it.
1. The Signal
As you walk through the ruined mall, you hear the broadcast’s theme song on a broken radio. It is sung by a choir of old VHS tapes. The lyrics are a single line, repeated:
You wake up in a city that is now half concrete, half painted cardboard. Your reflection in a puddle is cel-shaded. Your coffee mug has a tiny, expressive face and begs you not to drink it.
1. The Signal
As you walk through the ruined mall, you hear the broadcast’s theme song on a broken radio. It is sung by a choir of old VHS tapes. The lyrics are a single line, repeated: