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Game 3 Outline |
With energy born of fear, you heave your vast, puffing frame toward the hole ahead of you. With dwindling energy, you throw yourself forward ...
And stick! Frantic with terror, you twist and wriggle your bulging body, inching slowly toward freedom, your belly dragging you backward with every thrust. All seems lost ... until, with one desperate heave, you pop free!
Panting from the effort of lugging so much mass at velocity, you land on your overgrown paunch, driving the air from your lungs. From the hole behind you, you can still hear the spider skittering in pursuit. What now? You can barely breathe, and that bloodsucker's still after you!
Written by Wanderer
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