At long last, the evil doctor has fallen. You've completed your mission, and rigged the old lab to explode. The detonator in one hand, you slowly make your way towards the door. Your steps weary, your breath ragged, but ultimately, you are triumphant. But just before you reach the door, a desperate thumping catches your attention. One of the very large crates the doctor kept his monstrous experiments in, this one has a label you hadn't seen before. 'danger, do not open'. The creature obviously knows what is coming... It breathes upon the glass, and with one furred paw, writes out in the fog, 'help me'. Whereas the other creatures had snarled, roared, attacked the walls of the crates in an attempt to get to you, to tear you apart.... This one cries glowing purple tears of desperation, imploring you with its gaze. Will you ignore the label on the crate, and risk whatever may befall you... Or leave the abomination to its fate?



Basically I'm more than 36 hours sleep deprived and this is what happened when I shouted CREATE at my brain.