The track thrummed through the crumbling speakers of Peppino’s beat-up delivery scooter, a frantic, synth-wave remix of the Pizza Tower’s third-floor ambience. Domino Effect - Noise Lap 3 . It wasn’t just music; it was a countdown.
The Tower held. Barely.
Every door Peppino kicked open led to a room already collapsing. Every enemy he dodged triggered a trap meant for him but would ricochet onto The Noise’s path, only to boomerang back twice as deadly. The Domino Effect wasn’t about speed anymore. It was about precision chaos . Domino Effect -Noise Lap 3- - Pizza Tower Lap 3...
Somewhere below, a muffled “Rats…” echoed up. The track thrummed through the crumbling speakers of
Peppino slid under a descending ceiling spike—a domino he’d set by breaking a crate in Lap 1. He landed on a seesaw platform. His weight tipped it, launching a loose boulder on the far end. That boulder smashed through a wall, revealing a shortcut… but also releasing a swarm of Forknights. His shortcut, their swarm. The Tower held
Lap 4 would have to wait. For now, the dominoes were still standing. And so was he.