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DeadLimit

by DollGarm

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DeadLimit is a surreal dash through a ruined space station as you try to find a way out.

You wake up on a cold, hard floor. Metal rivets dig into cuts on your hands and face. Acrid smoke billows above you from some unknown source. Lights flicker and sparks fly as a distant siren howls. What happened?

As you slowly get to your knees, a voice speaks. It sounds strange and broken. You realise it's the station's computer. It's noticed you, but can do nothing to help you.

You must find a way out, if one exists. You get to your feet and cough as you enter the smoky layer of air. You set off running to cover ground but quickly realise the air is too terrible for that.

The computer is still talking to you but isn't much help as you move forward. You eventually come to a set of doors that are stuck half open. Awkwardly stepping through them, you see that this is a giant storage area.

The smoke is worse here, so you need to get through quickly. You set off, taking a few twists and turns around rows and rows of smoke-stained equipment. This area is massive and you soon realise that getting lost here will be the death of you.

The smoke is making your eyes water and your vision blurred. In an attempt to find your way out, you decide to mark your path. You rip off one of your sleeves and tie it to a giant stanchion. After a few more quick turns, you see something up ahead. It's your sleeve, only it's black with sooty smoke and ragged as if left for years. That can't be, something is wrong. You touch the sleeve and it disintegrates.

As the tiny fragments fall to the ground, you hear someone breathe in behind you. Turning swiftly, you see no one is there but you are now in a different room entirely. It's a library with rows and rows of books on wooden shelves. A knot pops in the open fire startling you. There's no library on this station? As you turn to glance up at the dark, monastic windows that stare down at you from within their giant stone frames, all the glass suddenly smashes inwards as a storm rushes in to greet you with wind and rain lashing at your face. The force pushes you backwards and you bang your head on the fireplace, crumpling to the floor.

You wake up on a cold, hard floor. Metal rivets dig into cuts on your hands and face. Acrid smoke billows above you from some unknown source. Lights flicker and sparks fly as a distant siren howls. What happened?

lyrics

Lyrics:

Your status is alive.
I cannot help you.

Please avoid this area.
I cannot help you.

Your heart rate is at dangerous levels.
I cannot help you.

I cannot find you anymore.
Help me.

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released June 5, 2021
All music, lyrics and artwork created by DollGarm

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DollGarm Derby, UK

Ambient experiments written in the dark; short story soundtracks to disturb and delight.

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