CH 8 ** Old cemetery **
You walk past the looming, cracked tombstones, mist creeping around the grass. The mist creeps you out a little, but you decide to keep moving and just take one slow circle of the old area. Something stirs in the mist just at your side, and you spin, bringing yourself face to face with... an exact copy of yourself. With a cry, she launches at you, sword gleaming in the moonlight. Not one thing about you is different, from the clothes she is wearing to the razor-sharp on her wickedly curved blade. You grip your identical blade, bringing it up to your defense before her sword cuts through your throat. Following her lead, you strike back with your own attack. After a few minutes of fighting, she manages to cut you, but she's too late: you get in a deadly slice to her abdomen. You watch her fall to the ground, a gleam of triumph in your eyes.
Hey, good job. You've survived as Buffy. Still bored? Go back and try another path!
You walk past the looming, cracked tombstones, mist creeping around the grass. The mist creeps you out a little, but you decide to keep moving and just take one slow circle of the old area. Something stirs in the mist just at your side, and you spin, bringing yourself face to face with... an exact copy of yourself. With a cry, she launches at you, sword gleaming in the moonlight. Not one thing about you is different, from the clothes she is wearing to the razor-sharp on her wickedly curved blade. You grip your identical blade, bringing it up to your defense before her sword cuts through your throat. Following her lead, you strike back with your own attack. After a few minutes of fighting, she manages to cut you, but she's too late: you get in a deadly slice to her abdomen. You watch her fall to the ground, a gleam of triumph in your eyes.
Hey, good job. You've survived as Buffy. Still bored? Go back and try another path!
