"I feel it deep within. It's just beneath the skin."
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M I L E S
Reikel pulled up on a black Harley, slowing to a stop. As he stepped off the motorcycle, he flicked his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket, and put them on, smiling evilly. He dropped the cigarette he was smoking onto the concrete and ground it with his heel. I can't wait to see what this Game is. Maybe there's a cash prize. The teen brushed off his baggy denim jeans before entering the circus tent. He glanced around over the edge of his sunglasses before spotting a door that said, 'The Game Master's Chamber'. "That must be it." Reikel said in his naturally suave tone, walking to the pale white door, and opening it without knocking. No one was in the room, so he went to the couch and sat down, noticing a sign. It said, 'Make yourself at home. I'll make an appearance when there are a few of you in the room.' "Alright, I've got some time to burn." Reikel put his thick black boots up on the arm of the sofa, resting his head on the other end. "I wonder how many people are supposed to show up."
"I must confess that I feel like a monster."
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