( the impression of a pulsating throng of people resurfaces, all excited and wrapped up in some sort of contest. it's a second hand memory, and haze; gleaned from murphy not a few hours ago, but overshadowed by the reveal of what the symbiote growing in their brains looked like. )
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( the impression of a pulsating throng of people resurfaces, all excited and wrapped up in some sort of contest. it's a second hand memory, and haze; gleaned from murphy not a few hours ago, but overshadowed by the reveal of what the symbiote growing in their brains looked like. )
Did we win?