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Chapter #3
Offer the werewolf breath mints?
by: Unknown
"Dude... Seriously... It's called breath mints. You need them, like, really, really bad."
The werewolf looks at you strangely. Prey doesn't usually respond like this. He turns away and breathes into his palm.
Whoa... it does reek. "I'll have to brush later," he says to himself. You use his distraction to take a step backwards.
"Hey, can you move a little to the left, please?" asks the wolf. Just a step away on the ground is a large red X. This is too weird. Unhygienic werewolves and giant cartoony Xs? Too freaky. You start to go back again, but the wolf lunges at you. Instinctively, you jump away, and land right on the X. Uh-oh.
Something creaks underneath you, and the ground seems to... sink a little. There's a noise from above, and you notice for the first time the tangled network of pulleys and gears hidden in the treetops. It's like something from a Wile E. Coyote cartoon. Something large and round and blue is streaking towards you, and you don't move in time. Suddenly you're very, very wet.
The wolf is laughing his arse off. Suddenly, there's a loud BOINGG! and a boxing glove hits you from behind. Then you're directly on top of another X. You try to run, but soft white missiles are bouncing off you from all sides, leaving long snow-colored trails all over you. Toilet paper? What's next?
Suddenly you hear a loud groaning from above, and...
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