Fuck her! This. Shit. Is. On! On like white on rice on a paper plate in a snow storm! ACCEPT

You look at the text and a red mist descends “What the actual fuck!?”

There’s a slight commotion beside you and when you see one of the blonde clone waitresses looking at you with shock you realise you said rather than thought that last exclamation.

You are so enraged though that you aren’t even embarrassed. You don’t apologise but grit your teeth and stare at your GT.

This complete air headed, dumb, vindicative, fucking cunt starts a death GAME when wasted off her tits and now when asked for a truce wants to raise the fucking stakes? Well fuck her and her whole fucking life. She’s spread her legs for virtually all the guys on campus already so you doubt any of them will miss her.

You don’t really consider what the new condition means but angrily stab the accept button on the GT.

A tick appears next to the proposal and it moves into the CONTEST rules category.

And then you immediately regret your decision. What does 'No Holds Barred' mean? You realise you've never come across it in your Law courses about the GAME conditions. “Fuck” you think. “ Is this how it went down for poor Chloe Hinckmore?” After all, how would a experienced post graduate student get herself into the position of even having a gangbang to retardation as an OUTCOME?

A cold chill runs over you and you can only stare at the screen and wonder what you've let yourself in for.

Your mood doesn’t improve when a new message appears on your GT Notifications Screen Titled; Urgent: No Holds Barred GAME Condition. Mandatory Appointment.

It is from the Faculty. The Auditors want to speak to you at noon.