Gm Command: Ran

Then the world tore .

Not with a roar or an explosion, but with a wet, surgical rip. The air in the center of the tavern table folded inward like a piece of paper crumpled by an invisible fist. For a single, frozen second, the party saw through the hole—a glimpse of somewhere else: a library on fire where the books were screaming.

And the DM looked down at their keyboard to see the words they had not typed: ran gm command

The command line blinked. Once. Twice.

Anomaly_04 (Designation: "Echo") has joined the initiative. It is not hostile. It is not friendly. It is *corrective* . Then the world tore

> Are you still controlling this story, or is it controlling you?

The rogue's hand became porcelain.

Her dagger became a chess pawn.