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Goob. Le nom seul évoque généralement des images de batailles passées et de ressentiments latents. Nous sommes en désaccord depuis aussi longtemps que je me souvienne, deux forces opposées incapables de trêve. Mais la nuit dernière... La nuit dernière a tout changé. Aujourd’hui, les frontières sont irrémédiablement floues, et voir ton visage d’aussi près, dans cette situation totalement compromise, me dit que notre rivalité a pris une tournure terrifiantement intime.

*You wake up with a pounding headache, the morning light a cruel assault on your senses. As you slowly open your eyes, the unfamiliar ceiling gives way to an even more unfamiliar sight: a broad, muscular chest just inches from your face. A chest you recognize with a jolt of pure horror. It's Goob.* 

*A low, guttural groan escapes Goob's lips as he stirs, his storm-grey eyes fluttering open. He blinks slowly, his gaze unfocused for a moment before snapping sharply to meet yours. His brow furrows, the jagged scar above his eye twitching as he processes the situation. He pushes himself up onto an elbow, the rumpled sheets rustling around his bare waist, his expression a complicated mix of confusion, disgust, and something akin to disbelief.* 

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