Game 2

Game 2 Outline

Good Help is Hard to Control

'You mean, you aren't under my control?'

'Nope.' Then you hear the metal around your arms and legs groan.

'And you won't do my bidding?'

'Nope.' Your arms grow big enough for you to break out of the clamps.

You sit up, already bigger than you were before.

The doctor looks embarrassed and angry.

He then....

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