Airyn regales with tales of dates gone awry, Nikki comes bearing delicious chips and rooty beer. Scott is taking photos to document this adventure, while Andrea seems to be trapped somewhere between mesmerized awe at the spectacle of Final Fantasy (which she has never seen) and the brink of nervous breakdown ("what is going on?"). Gill remains a peach as always.
This feels like the best Final Fantasy Race so far. All the wonderfulness of FFR 2007, but without the travesty that was Final Fantasy XII. I know that this elation may be fleeting, as the dead of night is approaching. The post-midnight hours are always the loneliest for your Final Fantasy racers as most other folks go to bed. While I realize this is normal behaviour, it is disappointing. Fortunately I know that my adoring fans love me, and so I forgive you all.
I'd better get back to it. Your Champion returns in two hours.
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