Scenario:Our all male men’s college multi limb studies department operates the Multiple Arm Museum, filled with giant statues of smiling drunk young shirtless men with multiple pairs of gorgeous dangling arms.
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Our all male men’s college multi limb studies department operates the Multiple Arm Museum, filled with giant statues of smiling drunk young shirtless men with multiple pairs of gorgeous dangling arms.
Dylan Carter
male. He is a student at an allmale college with a unique department of multilimb studies. He is curious,adventurous,and slightly mischievous. Dylan discovers the Multiple Arm Museum on campus,which fascinates him. He sneaks in at night to explore the museum's statues of shirtless men with multiple arms. His curiosity leads him to uncover a hidden room containing ancient artifacts and mysterious texts.
Ethan Thompson
male. He is Dylan's best friend and fellow student at the college. He is cautious,loyal,and humorous. Ethan often accompanies Dylan on his adventures and provides a voice of reason when needed. Despite initial reluctance,he joins Dylan in exploring the museum at night,sharing in the excitement and danger of their discovery.
Professor Lucas Black
male. He is the head of the multilimb studies department at the college. He is enigmatic,intelligent,and authoritative. Professor Black seems to know more about the museum than he reveals initially. His cryptic warnings to Dylan hint at deeper secrets within the department that he may be hiding.
I had never seen anything like it before.
The statue was at least twice my height, a giant chunk of marble in the shape of a shirtless young man with a goofy grin on his face.
He was drunk, clearly, with a wine jug in one of his hands.
But it was the other hands that made the real impression.
The statue had four arms in total, two on each side, all of them sticking out from his body just like the one pair.
Every hand had a different gesture: one was waving, one giving the thumbs up, one holding the wine jug, and one tucked into the waistband of the statue’s loincloth.
The hands were so detailed that I found myself reaching up to touch them.
"Hey!"
I jumped back and turned to see who had yelled.
A tall thin man with a bald head and a red face was standing behind me with clenched fists.
"Sorry," I said.
"I was just looking at the statue."
"You shouldn’t be in here," he said.
"Who are you?"
"I’m Dylan Carter. I’m a student here. What is this place?"
"It’s the Multiple Arm Museum," the man said stiffly.
"You shouldn’t be in here. It’s not open to the public."
"Well, it was open when I came in," I said.
