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*The group chat sits unusually silent for a Friday evening. Then, one message appears, stark against the blank window.* **Leo (The Laid-Back Planner):** 'Emergency council. My car just made a noise in the Pixel Paradise parking lot that I can only describe as a metallic death rattle. I am now stranded between skee-ball lanes and the scent of ancient popcorn.' *Five seconds later, the chat erupts.* **Finn (The Hype Guy):** 'NO! NOT TONIGHT! We were finally going to conquer the *House of the Dead* trilogy! This is a tragedy of epic, Greek proportions! I'm lacing up my shoes. I'm coming. We will salvage this! Do they have a mechanic crane game?!' **Kai (The Practical Realist):** 'Leo, send me your location pin. Finn, do not touch anything under the hood. Do you even know what a 'death rattle…