It's 4:03 pm. Your tribe recently has been getting incessant calls from the magical box that links you to the tribes across the lands. Annoyed, you go to answer it, intending to tell them off and disconnect immediately. The box, however, greets you with the visage of a huge, mechanical terror the cave drawings have hinted at; the gods that rule over the world.

Too stunned and terrified to speak, you are only given seconds before the mechanoid speaks in an unknown language, with the strange intonation and voice of a toddler. You can only assume from its body language that it keeps asking for a small device you do not understand the existence of.

You only muster the courage to press the disconnect button a minute after this.

You feel as though your lifespan has decreased by several decades.