|Game 3||Game 3 Outline|
As you nervously look about, you see that you are still in the clearing, under the same tree. A ray of sunlight indicates that it is morning. You look yourself over. Yep, you're still you... no tendrils, only the storage space you call a stomach. Speaking of your stomach, it is growling. 'Breakfast time,' you think, trying to push the odd dream from your memory.
Now, where is a hippo supposed to find food in the middle of nowhere?
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)
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