''Can you let me sit this game out?'' Marla asked bluntly. ''Having a fat ass or big boobs or seven legs would ruin my sports career.''
''Hmm, I don't blame you, and I can tell you truly do not want to play. Very well, I shall remove you from play, but as a message to the others, I will have to use you as an example,'' the game countered.
''Wait, what do you me-'' Marla tried asking, but before she finished had vanished in a cartoonish puff of smoke. There was nothing left of the poor girl, forcing audible gasps from the other players.
''What happened to her?'' Cindy objected.
''Bring her back!'' Jackie yelled.
The game did not answer. Instead, their pleas were broken by the sound of rippling static in the corner of the room. A small television had turned on and in the center of the glowing screen was Marla, wearing too much makeup and wearing a too short red dress. The music was a kind of trashy jazz and the setting was even trashier furniture.
''Where am I?'' Marla called out while looking around. A few moments later the camera shifted to the door and a tall, muscled man wearing only a towel walked in. With a visible erection, he approached Marla.
''Oh my god,'' Caleb said, ''She's in a porno!''
''That's totally hilarious!'' Becca interjected, laughing all the while.
Jackie, on the other hand, wasn't having any of it. She grabbed for the remote an as quickly as she could slammed the change channel button. It switched, but now Marla was in a different room, surrounded by six tall black men. Panicking, she hit it again, only for Marla to travel to yet another place, this time tied head to toe in bondage restraints.
No matter how many times she changed the channel, it was just a different fetish. She skipped through gang rape, horse-bestiality, lactation milking, and even force feeding before finally resting on a Japanese adult video channel, complete with censor mosaics. Marla's face had even shifted to look more Asian, but it was still better than seeing her suck off a horse.
''Well, you now know what happens to those that quit the game. So let's continue!'' the game commanded as Marla's squeaky moans filled the background. The next player up was...
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