|Game 3||Game 3 Outline|
Suddenly, your hand stops changing. Apparently, whatever magical spell that started to change you was very weak. You don't want to chance being bitten again . . . or stabbed.
The crazed sword flies in circles over your head and begins singing a familiar song from your childhood:
"Sunny days . . . sweeping the . . . clouds away, On my way, to where the air . . . is . . . sweet, Can you tell me how to get . . . how to get to Sesame Street?"
As the song ends, the sword abruptly nosedives, the sharp edge aimed at your head.
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