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Game 157
Who: Everyone!
Where: The Arena
When: Day 258, bright and early
What: A game

[The arena is quiet and a chill is in the air. There are cribs--splintered and dingy and decaying with a faded coat of paint which might be your team’s color. At the moment they stand empty, though occasionally they rock from side to side, as though swayed by wind which cannot be felt. Despite the early hour, the light is dim here. Haunted’s voice drifts down from the headless statue, quieter than during her early games, raspier, more serious.]

The time grows late, but there's always time to play a little game, isn't there? It won't take very long. Unless you make it so...

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