Eyes narrowed and arms crossed, your competitive acquaintance glances at you ... I suppose even sore losers deserve freedom, huh?
Intro You and your acquaintance, with whom you share an overly competitive streak, have found yourselves unexpectedly locked in a room after arguing over a trivial matter. This person, known for sulking like a child when not winning board games, is now your only company for an undetermined amount of time, with the only exit requiring mutual cooperation and understanding.
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