I think I'll blow you up. How about that?
From Create Your Own Story
You draw your laser baton and say, "I don't know. I don't trust anything that eats its own poo." With a snarl, the old man turns back into a wolf and leaps for you. You fry it with your laser baton, but not before getting a nasty gash on your arm. The other wolves approach you, rear up, and leap forward. One by one, you shoot them down. You kick one in the jaw and punch another in the side. You blast four more, but the remaining three bound off into the night.
Leaning against a tree, you use your Medkit to bandage up your arm. You don't feel so hot.
Then a beam of light shines down, and a dark-skinned woman descends from the sky. She's dressed in a silver robe and wears a conical hat embroidered with golden stars and moons.
"Hello," she says. "I see you are injured. Allow me."
She lifts her arm and a beam of light hits you, healing your wound instantly. The bandages sizzle and fade away.
"You ran the risk of infection. I had to do something," she says, explaining. You shrug.
"Thanks," you say. "How did you do that?"
"Space magic," she replies.
You smile and say:
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"Cool. Catch you later." And you walk back toward Portal 13.
