The friend across the net is no shambler: he just bleeds, and then he bursts

Two retest findings, one root: the death match borrowed the roster's
body. Gone — nothing spawns, no walk-on card, the living opponent is the
whole picture. His damage reads as blood (bleedO: an anchor per point
taken this game, love to game point, thin drops as ever), the game
point bursts him where he stands, and IT RISES AGAIN brings him back
clean. The heal beat became a card in netplay — a modal freezes this
world while the other phone's keeps moving.

Co-Authored-By: Claude Fable 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>

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