"My brother really is alive!"
Outside the communications room, Pang Zhou leaned against the wall, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't stop them.
In his frenzied heart, a different kind of flame seemed to catch, one full of life and hope.
It seemed he had found the courage to live again.
"Congratulations!"
The Residents' Committee members stood together in the corridor and offered their congratulations.
Pang Zhou's excitement was plain to see:
"Brothers, our madness means something!"
"Remember what the Dormitory Survival Game told us? Survive. Survive at any cost. As long as we're alive, there's hope!"
"We're not losing our minds. We're gathering the strength to move forward!"
"We're not lunatics. We're the Dawn Army that will save the world!"
"Our Mad King Building will cleanse the blighted lands and become the last king standing!"
He had said "we" again and again, warming the hearts of the others.
The Residents' Committee members shared the bonds of comrades-in-arms. They didn't believe in going it alone. The enemies they faced were all far beyond the norm; without helping one another, they would never make it through.
His heartfelt words stirred them all. They wanted to shout and let their emotions out, but they were afraid of disturbing the people in the communications room. One by one, they breathed heavily as their Sanity rose and fell, then fell and rose again, seesawing between chaos and order.
Eight o'clock that evening.
The voice of the Dormitory Survival Game sounded right on time.
``` [Dormitory Survival Game broadcast—]
[Seven days have passed. Titan Building failed to help Mad King Building capture an outpost and, under the agreement, must return to its original territory!]
[Titan Building has handed over the Giant Fortress and its surrounding area to offset the penalty for breaching the