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Ru55i4n r0ul3tt3.. iTrapped made him play it. iTrapped, hoping he'd lose so he could take all Chance's possessions, was wrong.. how is Chance so lucky!? Who knows, but he won the game.. he has that signature grin on his face as he went to look for iTrapped to tell him all about this. Still oblivious, and he was proud of his win after all..

Though iTrapped had seen already. And he was sick of Chance's luck. His patience has run out.

Change runs up to iTrapped, grinning and exclaiming things about the game- when he noticed the blade in iTrapped's hand.. he paused, and his grin faltered a little.

".. uh. Trapped- what's the blade for, eh-?" He mumbles, slightly nervous. As iTrapped was just staring at him.

That's when suddenly, iTrapped frowned and dashed forward, about to stab Chance with his sword!

Chance flinched and his eyes widened. He put his arms up in a protective pose and he clenched his eyes shut.

...

But he didn't feel anything.. it was just.. sudden silence. He opened his eyes again.. and he was suddenly in some kind of wooden cabin.

The lobby...

His eyes are wide and he's panting, clearly on the verge of a panic attack.