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Game 2 Outline |
You reach the door knob, turn it and open it, then thrust your way through. You feel your sides stick, but force your budging frame in bit by bit until you fall forward onto the other side. You made it!
...back into the park.
You lay at the exit of the maze, your flab spread over the walkway. You slowly roll over, your stomach sloshing and wobbling as it anchors itself between your legs. You can barely move with all the weight, even turning over has left you panting.
What the heck? All that just to end up back here? You try to get up, but your too tired, so lay back down, huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath. People pass you, stopping to stare for a moment before moving on. Eventually you try to get up again, wobbling side to side until you manage to get you gut over a leg and use it's weight as momentum, slowly getting to you feet.
Your legs give out half way, and you fall on your stomach.
"You need some help?" says a passer by, and offers a hand. Then another. It actually takes five people to finally get you to your feet, where you lean over, you blob of a stomach resting against the ground. Just a little more and you'll be immobile, you think. Why me?
"Look, you shouldn't be trying to walk around like this," says the man who first helped you up. "Wait here," he leaves, and you stand there, just trying to catch your breath. Then you hear a whirring sound, and see the man riding over in an electric scooter the type used by old people... or the hopelessly obese. "Here, A for effort, but I think you may have to give up on this outing." He says. You thank him and settle into the scooter, your stomach resting in the bottom of it and your rump hanging a good foot off either side as you rev it and it slowly moves forward.
Great, all your efforts and you are fatter then ever. Where the heck is Raffles hiding?
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