[You eat, and feel your guts turn. There’s a sudden biting cramp, a need in the pit of your stomach — hunger. Hunger for flesh, hunger for blood; it doesn’t matter whose. Your instincts tell you that just a few good mouthfuls will be enough to let you keep your mind, though it won’t rid you of the cravings completely. The longer you try to resist, the more difficult it becomes … if you’re particularly stubborn, you might last until the start of the fourth round before the need to bite and tear and EAT utterly consumes you.]
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