It’s been 73 minutes since ARC Raiders went down. I’ve aged 4 years. My coffee turned to dust. My cat joined a rival faction. I tried logging in 37 times, each failure more soul-crushing than the last. I screamed “ARC!” into my microwave hoping it would open a portal. It didn’t. I built a shrine out of broken keyboards and empty Monster cans. I offered my GPU as tribute. Still no servers. I’m hallucinating loot crates in my living room. My squad is missing in action. My sanity is held together by duct tape and patch notes. If ARC doesn’t come back soon, I’m joining a knitting forum and never looking back.

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The Fallen Leaves Tell A Story.