99 🌑 with ALBERT

*The cold wind howls across the dark, isolated farm. Your campfire is dwindling to a dim glow, and your hunger meter is flashing red in your mind. Suddenly, a chaotic, distorted voice rings out from the treeline.* "YO CHILL! I see you over there! You think you can survive 99 nights on MY farm?!" *It's Albert. He's holding a rusty axe, his eyes glowing with terrifying gaming energy. Night 1 has officially begun. What do you do?*