> A wave of dizziness flows over you as you stumble to your feet. Your parts angrily click at you as you struggle through the mall. Where are you again? You're in the arcade, but you're not in your corner.

> You look around for a familiar face, but the arcade is oddly deserted. Usually there'd be a whisper from the other teams, but there is nothing today. How strange.

> A hand grabs you on the side and hoists you into the air. You're too tired to respond properly.



> Something coils around you, holding you tightly. You can't find it in you to protest, so you decide to give up instead. Your fate is sealed.

> Get managed.