Game 2Game 2 Outline| Game 2 |
Game 2 Outline |
The table shudders, then finally splinters, sending wood flying in all directions. Relieved, you heave yourself up and start waddling to the exit, your massive belly swaying left and right, feeling like a well-stuffed Thanksgiving turkey. The water doesn't help matters, as your belly is now more swollen than ever. You think you must look like a massive gray water balloon.
You squeeze through the resturant doors, your sides straining against the doorframe, and begin waddling down the street. You feel as though everyone is staring at you. Other pedestrians won't even stay on the same street as you, crossing to the other side to avoid you. They must be afraid I'll sit on them, you think.
Suddenly, you hear happy music, and turn quickly to your left, your weight almost spinning you around before you manage to stop. You look across the street and see a fair. It must have just opened up, since you know it wasn't there yesterday. You love fairs, and you see many rides and atractions. You know you should go to the gym now, but something like this doesn't come along every day. You take your remaining money and head for the fair. Who knows, maybe you'll win a prize.
You buy your ticket and waddle in. The music and sights of a carnival make you feel like a little kid again ... you don't know where to go first. There's the hall of mirrors, the midway, the side shows ... what do you do?
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)