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Game 2 Outline |
You stand by the road, sticking out your thumb in hopes that someone will stop and give you a ride. Most of the cars just drive by though others stop to look at you ... then drive off laughing. Finally, a truck stops and a large man looks out it's window. The driver looks at you. "You need a ride, son?"
"Thanks, I need to get to Weightdevisions, Inc. Can you give me a ride?" you ask.
"Sure thing, going in that direction anyway," he replies, "hop in."
You slowly waddle to the other side of the truck, and attempt to climb in the side. "What are you doing?" tha trucker says. You look at him puzzled. "You think you could fit in here? No sir, you gotta get in the back."
He opens the rear of the truck, and lowers the lift for you. You climb on, and the driver starts the lift, which strains under your weight. Finally, you climb in the back of the truck, and the driver closes the door. You stand in darkness, then suddenly hear the engine roar. The truck jolts, and you fall over onto your belly, which quite conveniently breaks your fall. "At least this thing is good for something." you think.
After what seems an eternity, the truck stops, and the doors are opened. The light blinds you for a second ... then you see the driver. "Here's where you get off," he says. "Good thing, too. You burn up a lot of gas." You try to get up, but find that your belly is to heavy to lift in this position. "Uh, could you help me up?" you ask, extremely embarrassed. The truck driver kindly helps and, with a lot of effort and straining, you finally get up, though you both are exhausted. "Son", the man says, "you REALLY need to go on a diet."
You exit the truck via the lift and the trucker drives off. You are now at the front doors of Weightdevisions, Inc.
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)