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Game 2 Outline |
"Together, we could be famous!" you exclaim to Fred. "Look at you, a talking dog that--"
Fred interrupts you. "Wolf, not dog. I'm evidently a wolf," he asserts with a huff.
"All right, wolf; what's the difference?" you ask. "My point is that I could be like your agent, valet, and whatever else you need, since you don't have opposable thumbs any more. We can split whatever money we make. What do you say, Fred?"
He eyes you skeptically. "That's a dandy idea," he says, "but I think that you'd better take a look at your arms before you book us any television appearances. Unless you have an agent of your own, that is."
You look at your arms and scream a less than manly scream. They are dotted with clumps of grey fur that seem to be growing at a rapid pace. You push up your sleeves and see that the fur extends all the way up your arms. "Is this what happened to you?" you shout at Fred.
"More or less," he says. "I really am sorry; I don't mean to sound callous. I just was disgusted that all you could think about was how to profit from my condition. That said, if you still see a bright side to this, I'm in."
You smile glumly. By now, the fur covers the backs of your hands and the rest of your exposed flesh, too. You pull off your shirt and reveal a body that looks anything but human. The fur is thicker across your chest, and your navel has disappeared without a trace. What in the world are you becoming: another wolf, or something else altogether?
Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)