You enjoy a leisurely stroll through a fog-filled arena jumbled with post-apocalyptic decoration, howling assailants firing lazers at you, teeth-rattling techno-music, and inspirational cat posters. When you feel the urge, you fire off a shot or two, just to remind everyone that you are, in fact, paying attention.
At the end of the game you have scored 6,375, good enough for first place! As a reward you are given a ribbon that says "MASTER SHOOTER." When you exit, you notice that the pine tree hat boy, sweater girl, and question mark dude are nowhere to be found.
How odd.
You head off towards the restaurant.
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