The Blood Patriot's audacious strategy of ramming through the fence with a truck was cinematic and heroic, a gesture one might expect to see in an action-packed blockbuster. The roaring engine, the screeching metal, and the dust that followed would have painted a picture of imminent liberation for the prisoners. But this was a game, and in this digital realm, rules were often more rigid than the laws of physics.
The enormous breach created by the truck, large enough for a flood of prisoners to pour out, remained eerily empty. Not a single prisoner made a move towards it, their avatars restricted by unseen barriers.
[Your movement is limited to the compound]
This deviation from the game's intended mechanics did not go unpunished. The time, which was already pressuring the players, now began to tick down at a frenetic pace, a penalty for their improvised rescue attempt.
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