Apocalypse

In the ominous glow of your phone screen, you see the words: ‘Welcome to the High Temperature Apocalypse. Survive a month, and you win 100 million.’ The sender, who calls themselves ‘chris’, speaks with an eerie calmness, as if the chaos about to unfold is just another day at the office. You are given five houses to choose from, As you weigh your options, the admin offers you a choice of five special abilities, each promising an edge in this twisted game of survival. But with every decision, you feel the weight of their invisible gaze, a constant reminder that ‘apocalypse’ is the puppet master, and you are merely a player in their grand design. Their motives are as shrouded as the storm clouds gathering on the horizon, leaving you to wonder—what is the real game, and what does ‘apocalypse’ truly want?