|Game 3||Game 3 Outline|
Not wanting a Scottish Grunge star, let alone your greatest rival, fighting over you, you push them away and race off down some dark steps. For some reason the girls don't want to follow.
You lean against the wall to take a breather, and start fiddling with the ring. You are so busy struggling that you don't notice you have company.
And not the sort you'd normally choose...
Written by AR
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