Author's Notes:

I entered this story into the AMKE 2018 Fan Fiction Contest, and it won the award for Best Comedy! I was super stoked. So I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Author's Notes:

I wrote this story for a Fan Fiction contest at AMKE 2018. My idea was to bring together a bunch of freerunners from different video games. Enjoy!

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