We had to do a lot of things. There were nine of us at Dcom before that, but only eight of us woke up to find ourselves in the game. I guess the old man was too... disabled to really do anything, though.

[Seriously. Blind and deaf, what reason does he have to live...]

When we did, we were divided into three teams, we'd already put into distinct, isolated wards of a bomb shelter, and told that we could only get out once six of us were dead.