You head towards the park. It’s a nice, sunny and breezy day out, so you’re hoping to take advantage and do a bit of sight seeing.
Well, the only sights you might be seeing are those of the interior of someone’s stomach. You spot a gang of girls called the Voricides, a gang dedicated to keeping the local population ‘in check’, often through impromptu appears in public claiming a handful of people as prey.
As you’re zoning out staring at them, your daze is interrupted.
“Hi there!” A fresh, cheery voice assails you. You turn to face a tan-skinned woman with a grey hoodie over her head, earphones casually hanging out of the hood, jogging in place. From the looks of it, she came here to go for a run.
“I was just about to finish up my run when I saw you and I started getting really hungry all of a sudden. Could I interest you in being my lunch?” She says, maintaining her innocent tone of voice while wearing a slightly more sinister grin and tensing up.
Well that’s just awesome. The only way away from this girl involves running straight through the voricides. What do we do?
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