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Game 2 Outline |
As you turn around, your bulk barely supported by Bubba's strong, furry arms, you blink in confusion. The long, low rent-a-building in front of you doesn't look like you'd thought Weightdevisions, Inc. should look. In fact, you don't recognize anything from your map at home! "Hey, waitaminnit", you gasp as you strain to remain standing, "where are we?"
Bubba chuckles, a sound that rolls around in his own round gut like a small waterfall tumbling over rocks. "Place guys like us oughta be", he answers. "You'll see."
You briefly consider breaking away ... but after those candy bars and that dinner at the truck stop, you can barely stand, let alone walk. Wherever you're going, you're going with Bubba. And Bubba's going inside.
Once inside, you gape at your surroundings. The entire building is one room, with the same sliding glass dors as your supermarket, wide enough that even you and Bubba together don't touch the doorframe. And in that room ...
Off to your left, you see a shaggy, bloated cross between a man and a wild boar, lying like a half-inflated weather balloon on a crushed mattress. Not far from him, a hairless pink pig-man wallows in a mud-filled hot tub, his swollen torso hanging in rolls that remind you uncomfortably of your own appearance.
To your right, beyond the hairy visage of Bubba, you can see badger-men and bear-men tearing into an immense stack of sausage and pepperoni pizzas, almost seeming to gain weight while you watch! What is this place? Who are these people?
Written by Wanderer