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[Durn. We could just talk about it by pm or something then? :3
Oh and ya, I think in the long-run it would be interesting for them to try to find out who's in control of the game, why they're doing it, and how to stop it.]

The door burst open a few moments later and Patrick ran in, making as much noise as possible.
"How long do you think we have to rest?" Maddison asked as she reached down for her bag, opened it, and pulled out a roll of cloth bandages. She didn't have time to waist so she quickly pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor next to her bag. She unwrapped the bandages and got to work wrapping the roll around her torso.

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As Robyn spoke, Shannon said nothing. He could tell that she hated doing this every night, but who wouldn't? He adjusted his glasses on his nose before he saw the new creatures crawling out of the shadows. He sucked in a deep breath and turned to the girl next to him.
"Errr, rabbits?" he asked but quickly shook his head. The monsters that the Game produced weren't ever what they seemed. The giant grasshoppers in his room had definitely proved that.
"I'll go in close," he said, determined and more courageous than he'd ever been. Already the Game was having an effect on him. Survival depended on not being afraid of what waited around the corner and his primal instincts knew that.

He steadily advanced on the carnivore plants, his sword gripped tightly in his hands, and swung it down on the nearest creature.
He missed and the thing whipped out one of it's sharp vines and scratched him across the cheek. Shannon felt the warm liquid run down his face from the scratch and brought his blade back down on the monster-plant. This time he struck it, straight through it's gaping fang-filled mouth.
It let out a high-pitched shriek and then crumpled to the ground. He continued like this, but was scratched several more times before he was able to take out another of the creatures. They were faster than they looked and Shannon was not quite used to the weight and swing of his new weapon. He wiped the blood from his cheeks with the back of his hand before swinging yet again at the group of monsters. Some force inside him was pushing him onward, making him continue to slice at them even though logic told him that he should run.