|Game 3||Game 3 Outline|
On your way to another room, you pause in front of an ornate mirror that's managed to survive the ages. Rubbing the dust off of it with a chubby paw, you find that your black fur is starting to fade ... you woof in surprise, looking yourself over.
After a few moments, you check under your shirt. Even the fur on your stretching belly is fading. What's going on?
Written by Luprand
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