Super Giant Monster Time! (Choose Your Own Mind-Fuck Fest #3)
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Will you escape the giant monsters that are rampaging the fuck out of your city? Aliens are invading the Earth and their ray guns turn people into violent punk rockers. At the same time, the city is being overtaken by giant monsters tougher than Godzilla and Mothra combined. You can choose to be a lone scientist trapped in a secret government lab on a remote island swarming with monstrous killer insects, a badass punk rock chick with a green mohawk caught in a bar room brawl as the city goes up in flames around her, or a desk jockey forced to endure tedious office duties while his building is being attacked by a gargantuan centipede with claws the size of sports utility vehicles. Which character will you become? To become the scientist, turn to page 149. To become the punk chick, turn to page 11. To become the office drone, turn to page 77. But choose wisely! You might conquer a fleet of alien saucers with the help of a high-flying monster-slicing super cat or drown in a giant monster's pool of sperm as it butt-fucks your office building. What will happen next? That's up to you! When the story hits a fork in the road, you get to choose which path to take. The ending will always be different depending on your decisions. Not only that, you can read this book over and over again for a new experience every time!
follows. You duck down in your cubical and wait for the traitors to pass by. You get on all fours and peek around the wall. You watch John hype the drones up with his blasphemous message. The hoard raids the supply closet, adding theft to their already sizable list of charges. You crawl out of your cubical and make your way to the Supervisor’s offi ce. Outside his door, you sneak a quick look back. The mob is still distracted. You know you should knock, but the noise might alert the others to
The propulsion unit uses so much energy that it will overload Complex 23’s power station and destroy everything on the island, including us. “The second option is a device that I recently acquired from a Dr. Taylor in London. It is a device that transports its users through time and space. We can travel back to before this disaster. The problem is that we will retain no memory of what has happened and we are not guaranteed to even be ourselves at the other end. We could end up as anyone from
his right hand, curled in a fi st, and raises his index and pinky fi ngers – fl ashing you devil horns. “Live long and prosper.” 105 “What…” Solok turns from you and jogs towards the beast. “Solok, what are you doing?” He does not respond. He runs straight at the monstrosity. The thing was still lumbering forward at a slow but extremely destructive pace, each movement toppling over buildings. Its gargantuan paws fl attening cars and people with each step. The few who are attempting to
You sit on the bridge of the spacecraft and punks are at all the controls around you. You have no idea what any of the strange buttons do. The punks however, seem to understand it all. In addition to improving their sense of fashion and taste in music, the ray guns also seemed to have installed the knowledge of how to fl y intergalactic spaceships. On the wall-encompassing view screen you can see the other commandeered spaceships taking formation behind you. “Incoming enemy,” says a pierced man
you race about, picking up and reading various notes that are out in the open to fi nd out what people were working on in this room. What you read is some pretty high level genetic research, most beyond what you can understand, but you can gather that people were working on developing chemical cocktails that dramatically alter human body chemistry if consumed. You turn around and look at the far wall. There are two glass cases. Each one fi lled with dozens of small glass vials. In one case, the