Touch and drag to aim, then release to fire.
Take aim and strike true—your bow holds the key to survival. The crude target taunts from afar as your stick figure’s sole purpose pulses in rhythm with each heartbeat: *cheat death*. Steady your hand, focus past the trembling limbs, and loose the arrow. Miss, and the world resets. Land the shot, and breath returns. No room for error, no time for rage. This primal dance demands precision—pull, hold, release. Again. Again. Let the tension sharpen your instincts. Let determination drown out doubt. Every shot etches defiance into the void. Survive.
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