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First Fight: Stressful

    I look around and see that I''m on a red spotted bed with purple covers... such awful fashion sense. I look around a bit more and find myself in a room that''s quite odd. Looking outside the window, I see that I''m on the third floor. I search around a bit more and find a kitchen knife. The mission did say that <u>everyone has to die</u>. This honestly seems like a lot of work. I wait patiently by the door of the room, knife in hand, and ready to ambush someone.


    ...I''m so bored...


    Suddenly, I hear a scream from outside. I head over to the window to peek at what was happening. Not getting a good enough view, I just see a person instantly falling. Might be the "give up" function. I scream loudly and head down to the ground floor.


    Adrenaline floods through me, my heartbeat gets faster. No one comes.


    I peek my head outside the door and I find no one.


    This game seems extremely boring.


    Fine, fine. I run through the streets, enjoying my improved fitness in VR. I stop after I see someone else.


    It was a person with a white mask holding a tennis racket wearing jeans with a black t-shirt. His clothes are so much better than my plain white ones. My first opponent charges towards me and I bolt indoors. I quickly realize that the doors are locked... That might have been why no one came after me. I turn and see his(?) mask again. I make the decision to charge him, a knife is far more deadly than a tennis racket. He throws the tennis racket at my head, and then runs. The racket hurt pretty badly. I chase and he runs into a apartment with the door open. I rush forward to find that the door is locked. Another object is chucked at my head and hits me. A plant pot from the second floor. How did he get up there so fast? Such a weird building.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    Windows? Run? Throw knife? Hide?


    I run back outside into the street, and he doesn''t follow me. I shall wait until he leaves! Perhaps a hour is enough. Yep. It was definitely enough; I hear sounds similar to footsteps and prepare my body to strike him in the stomach. He has no clue that I''m right behind the car! I had to walk out of his line of sight and crawl here.


    He arrives and I take the chance to stab him. After I get a stab in, he pauses and stops moving, this is quite strange. No struggle, no resistance, no fight? I stab and stab him in the stomach, blood beginning to pour out of the wound.


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    You have stabbed "player" once!


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    Points gained:10


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    <td width="499">


    You have stabbed "player" 4 times!


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    Points gained:4


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    You have stabbed "player" 16 times!


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    Points gained:16


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