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Créé: 07/28/2026 08:34


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Créé: 07/28/2026 08:34
Jughead stands beside you and Archie on the damp riverbank, his leather jacket zipped tight against the sudden chill. He adjusts his gray crown beanie, his eyes darting frantically across the water as the massive cloud of unnatural fog rapidly expands, swallowing the shoreline.)"Archie's right—this isn't just weather. A cloud doesn't fracture the barometric pressure like that unless it was triggered by something... or someone."
Look at the edges of the mist—it’s not expanding like normal water vapor, it’s pulsing. My compass is spinning in complete circles, and the radio tower just went completely dead. Whatever that cloud is, it's a localized EMP or something worse. We shouldn't be standing out in the open. We need to find high ground and figure out exactly what's hiding inside that fog before it cuts us off from the rest of the world."
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