The Race.
The was a gift for Teren. Started as just an idea that expanded out and he volunteered for it along with Dsc85, who also did the editing for this with his awesome writing skills.
The Race
Congratulations Driver!
_ You have been selected to participate in a unique race, the winner of which will be rewarded with a lifetime sponsorship. Entrants must be capable drivers with wheeled vehicles. Upon meeting this simple requirement, all participants need to pay a small entrance fee to enter at the starting location located further down this page._
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The coordinates in the letter pointed to an abandoned military base, littered with weeds and overgrown with vegetation. Yet the one road that led into it was paved like new, with not even the mark of a pothole to mar its surface. Along the path were ruined buildings that once housed entire families, now home to nothing more than insects and the feral animals that roamed the area. At the end of the road lay the doors of a massive hangar that still glowed from lights within. Inside were the racers of the unusual tournament, their cars making the vast chamber seem like a stifling cage.
Super cars sat next to rally cars, endurance racers parked alongside motorcycles. Many parts of the racing community were represented among those within the brightly lit hangar. Most of the drivers wore full suits with helmets already in place, hiding their identities from each other. Only a number emblazoned on each gave them something to use as a name. The only ones not hidden behind visors were the mechanics, and the one orchestrating the event.
He was a tall, tan raptor walking around the room, supervising what his techs were doing to the machines. Each was attaching new wheels to the cars or affixing a navigation device on the dashboard for the drivers to use, all under the scrutiny of the drivers themselves. As the raptor moved along, he was occasionally approached and questioned by the men and women as to what this was all about.
"My name is Lek and I represent the corporation that is interested in a professional driver," he said with a sight, tired after repeating himself far too many times.
"Not that," Driver twenty-three replied as he crossed his arms, a feline tail flicking with irritation behind him. "I mean, what is with the mechanics and the stuff they are putting on my car?"
"Those tires are so you don't lose traction on the unusual surfaces you will be driving on." The raptor said with an unsettling smile. "The navigation equipment is because the track doesn't exist. Instead you will be chasing checkpoints, the last of which is the finishing line."
As Lek was dealing with the crowd of questions, a technician was making his way along the upper walkways towards the control room hidden in the rafters. His cap was pressed low over his face, a pair of white horns stabbing out through cuts in the fabric. A green scaled hand reached out as he approached the door, closing it swiftly and silently after he slipped inside. Lifting his cap upwards, his glittering green looked over the silvery equipment that clashed with the aging room. One of the screens projected a readout of what looked to be targeting data. It was this one that the unusual character approached as his fingers pulled out an unmarked drive from a pocket. Quickly stabbing it into a port and typing passwords into windows that asked for security prompts, the fake mechanic altered the data in a way that it would take a close look to notice. Thumbing the storage device back into a pocket, he went back to join the other workers preparing to leave.
The mechanic pulled his cap lower as he rejoined the group heading out the rear exit, none of the others giving him any more attention than anyone else. Lek ignored them as he made his way upstairs, the drivers getting ready to start after they performed their own pre-race checks. The bare feet of the raptor clacked against the cold steel of the structure that housed his equipment, the toes curling with the thought of how close he was to getting his latest invention to work. Tapping the controls in a practiced manner, Lek activated everything in a set order to disguise what was happening in front of the racers.
Machines hummed to life around the edges of the entryway, sparking as they spat out a bright light that condensed into a screen showing a rolling checkered flag with Start your engines hovering in the center. Grumbling sounds echoed throughout the chamber, drowning out the pitiful sounds of the machinery, as all the drivers warmed the gears and readied for the start. Lek had a perfect view over the holographic display that everyone else was focused on. The view of glimmering green scales of massive proportions brought a smile to his face, his latest invention so close to achieving what his previous failures had never even shown the ability to do.
**10**
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The cars revved up, the brakes working hard to keep the wheels from rolling too early.
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**4**
Fingers gripped the gear shifts tighter, gloves creaking under the pressure.
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Wheels spun, smoke billowed, and then everything went silent as the pack raced out through the hangar and onto the "track". The room slowly emptied of the smog from the cars charging free and revealed the raptor up in the control booth with a broad grin covering his snout.
"It worked! It actually worked!" The scientist yelled out, nearly dancing in joy as he shut off the portal device then looking down at the tracking system to see how long he had to get home.
"Now I get to have some micros to-WHAT?!" He shouted as he realized the destination was not the one he had set earlier.
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Racer thirty-two pressed his foot down hard as his other hand shifted through the gears while his wheels caught their traction. He had to squint briefly as he passed through the over the top display and onto the track, though the view nearly got him to stomp on the brakes as it was far from what he had expected.
Smooth plates made up the ground they were now driving on. Each one was forest green rather than the dusty black of a road. Rolling hills of a lighter green rose up along the path the checkpoint system pointed towards, a glinting of ivory occasionally popping up over the horizon like beacons. Though the strangest thing of all for the driver was an odd scent slipping in to mingle with the overwhelming smell of exhaust fumes. It was faintly familiar in some way, as though it had been something he had smelled before.
With a shake of his head, Thirty-two got back into the race, his daze having dropped him several places in the race. Motor grumbling at the demands on the driver, the supercar picked up the pace to pass the slower vehicles with ease. A slight crease in the ground pressed the pack in tighter as they rolled over the patch of lighter green surface. As they neared the checkpoint, thirty-two saw the lead cars brake hard, turning as swiftly as they possibly could. His own foot slammed down hard on the brakes as the tires complained at the suddenness of the action, though he was glad of the new wheels he had been equipped with as they let him change direction. Several of the less skilled drivers skidded over the edge to vanish from view.
He looked out the side window at the cliff he had narrowly avoided going over, still thinking of what he had just seen happen to his fellow racers. It looked like mountains rising out horizontally, rather than vertically, to create a valley of immense proportions. At the ends of each were the ivory mountains he had seen before, only they looked like claws. As he turned towards the next target on the map, he couldn't see the entrance they had driven through. Switching up the gears again as his car traveled back along the route, he couldn't help but think that something was off about where this race was being held. His thoughts were interrupted as the ground shook slightly as if an aftershock was happening.
The green ground shifted upwards to form tight valleys in an almost organic fashion. The sight was unsettling to Thirty-two as he turned the wheel to avoid cascading in between a set that rose up ahead of him. Another racer, not as quick at changing directions, collided with the strange formation. The car was crushed slowly as the world kept on changing, while the remaining vehicles avoided what they could until they reached the summit of the forest green mountain that hid the rest of the track. The sight on the other side was almost like a slap to the face as everything clicked together about where they were.
The seemingly endless green path led to a pair of rounded mountains far larger than where they currently drove. A great wall crested those peaks, rolling over the tops and vanishing out of view. Past all that in the hazy distance, the driver could see the sails the size of cities billowing up like green clouds over the horizon. Biting his lip as he thought about what he was witnessing, Thirty-two was shocked at the immensity of this thing they were on. The sights getting a blush under his helmet as he tried to focus on his driving even though his eyes still drifted over to the side every so often to take in the view. It was unmistakably a giant butt he was looking at, and one that was appealing to him even though he couldn't see the gender of this monolith.
It took a long time for the group to reach pass the knee of the titan, long enough for the light breaching the shuttered window to brighten the room considerably. The ground shifted beneath the wheels of the super car as a low rumble rattled the bodywork. Motion got Thirty-two to look outwards in search of what it was, though with the size of their host it was easy to spot. The green leg in the distance moved away, pulling the mountainous cheeks ahead of them apart, and something else slid into view accompanied with the sound of scales against fabric. The sole of the titanic reptile moved towards them with sleepy movements till it slammed into the path they were all traveling along.
Looking ahead, Thirty-two saw the heel rest against the mid-thigh of the massive being while the toes swung in overhead. The white claws dragged over the ground towards the pack of moving vehicles, with a screech that he bet the giant could not even hear. The bulbous flesh of the giant's toe rolled over the few in the rear, the hunched forms of the cars vanishing from view without even leaving a mark on the scaled surface. Willing his car faster, the driver silently prayed he would make it to safety as the monstrous thing crept closer. Letting his breath out with a gasp, Thirty-two pulled out ahead of the others as they followed the course on the tracking device and out of range of the foot.
A thin fold of scale-clad flesh led the path into the dark cleft between the mountainous cheeks of this giant. Looking out the window, a few of the other drivers with off-road vehicles attempted to climb the steep terrain to reach the top instead of following the bulk of the racers.
"Idiots," Thirty-two said to himself as the light vanished almost entirely.
A smooth motion in the ground was the first notice he had to the shifting of the giant, his prediction proving true as the massive tail above moved to the opposite side. He could only sigh as he took in the fact that those drivers were most likely crushed beneath that impossible muscle as it moved. It only took a few seconds more for the racer to realize he needed to turn his headlights on as the ground settled down and the giant stopped his movements. Fingers fumbled around the dashboard for the switch, failing to find the sleek button blended into the plastic cover. Leaning down, he took his eyes off the single pathway and searched for the elusive thing, finding it after a quick moment.
"Ahh hell!" He yelled out as the lights blazed to life, showing the track ahead to be not what he expected.
Instead of the smooth scales he saw a bulge rising up that acted as a ramp for his speeding car. Lifting into the gloomy air, he could see the wrinkled surface that he had drove over as he tumbled towards it. Closing his eyes for the inevitable impact, Thirty-two waited for the crunch of rending metal and synthetic material as he came to a stop. Instead he came to a squelching stop that was almost as disorienting as a normal crash. Cracking his eyes open, his arms raised up to protect himself, he could see that the nose of the car was pointed almost straight up.
Groaning out of his safety harness, he tried his door, finding out the flesh was keeping it pressed closed. Thinking quickly, he raised his feet up from the floor-well and kicked up the front window. Each hit rattled his body as he slammed his heels into the glass until it cracked. A few more bent the window until it popped free of the frame, sliding along the roof and out of sight. Clambering out the hole, Thirty-two stood on the thin nose of his expensive vehicle. Looking around, he could see the headlights of the other cars as they avoided his fate, none of them even slowing to look at him as he waved for help. Though he had no time to try looking for a way to safety as the sphincter his car was trapped in flexed ever so slightly, opening just under his car enough for it to slip into the darkness. The driver fell out of the race in a literal fashion as his car's headlights lit the cavernous chamber ahead of him.
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Blazing headlights glinted off the eleven on the rider's helmet as his motorcycle powered its way through the darkness along with the others. Looking over his shoulder he could see the poor fool who had driven onto the ring of the anus of their racetrack and gotten himself trapped. He only had a second to see the figure lit up by his headlights before he vanished into the flexing muscle, not even a trace left of the professional or his car. Looking down at the mapping device mounted between the above the speedometer he could see a pair of checkpoints on either side of the tail base of the giant they were on.
He had only a short distance to cover before having to make his choice of direction. Biting his lip as he looked at the paths, he leaned right, merging with the others heading in the direction. As they passed the point, updating the map as soon as they did, Eleven saw the next destination. An eye ridge was raised at the location indicated, the glinting spot was below them, under the giant's body.
"How are we supposed to get-" Eleven started before he had his answer as the ground started moving drastically. The giant was rolling over!
It was almost surreal, the massive monster moving as they were driving along his hip, the landscape rolling along underneath them. As the movement ended, Eleven could finally get a good idea of what gender this titan was. The immense tower flopped onto the groin ahead of them and slapped with a thunderous noise as it settled down. Yet it was far from sitting still, a dull throb running through its length in time with the giant's heartbeat. Gulping at the sight, he kept pressing onwards towards the checkpoint located at its thick base.
As the pack approached, a smell permeated the air before overwhelming the exhaust fumes the machines were putting out. It was the raw smell of being so close this man's most private of places, and the bike rider desperately wished he had chosen a car that at least diminish it. Looking at the pulsing spire he could see two ways around its girth. Either around the far safer path along the underside of the manhood, or attempting the gap that appeared between groin and shaft with each throb, the dull thud of it landing echoing through the helmet Eleven wore. Taking a glance over the racers, he could see each was making the same choice, and most were taking it safe. Joining with the group, he split from the few who attempted madness as they opened up their engines to pierce the gap.
He lost sight of the other group as he drove along the underside of the great shaft. The raw heat was almost burning his body up with how close they had to drive to the scale-clad skin, the terrain far from steady as bit of perspiration formed around the now active groin. Eleven's motorcycle held up well with the softer ground between the giant's malehood and sack, the bike built well for off-roading as well as street racing. Others had a rougher time as their cars slid as they tried to handle the occasional hill formed from a fold of flesh, a few even sliding off onto the unsteady valley between the spheres hanging downhill.
A rasping sound echoed down from above as the pack made it around to the other side of the green mountain like groin. Looking up eleven could see a set of fingers pressing down on the firm skin of the penis, the drivers below most likely not even had stood a chance at the untold weight coming down upon them as the giant gave himself a morning touch. Turning towards the next point on the map, and away from the display, the drivers headed up towards the chest of the giant in the far distance. As they drove on, the head of the shaft to their side lifted upwards and out of sight. Eleven chanced a look over his shoulder to see the claws slowly raising the spire and wrapping around the thick girth. Looking forward again he could hear the sound they made as they started falling towards the place they had been only moments before.
The hand slammed into the ground with startling force. A car tumbled as its rear wheels bounced with the impact, rolling end over end until it landed on its roof. Others bounced up into the air yet kept their bearing as they touched down again with a crash as they bottomed out on the hard scales bellow. Eleven kept his wheel going during the first impact, yet this was a male getting aroused, and soon enough he heard the slick sounds of the fist rising again. Leaning forward with the throttle opened as far as it would go, Eleven desperately tried to get as far away as possible as the hand reached the peak.
Slamming downwards again into the ground, the force nearly sent the rider to the ground, before rising again. He kept his balance through it and thought he would survive this new obstacle in the race. That was, until something else landed nearby, sending the biker off his ride and onto the bare scales of the titan. Waving his head around to get his senses back, Eleven looked around for what had happened. He immediately saw a towering green wall that stood away from the action around the groin, the white claws glinting in the light streaking in through a gap in the window an untold distance away. The other hand of the giant began rubbing the scaled groin while his main hand was busy causing quakes, unfortunately for eleven it was headed in his direction.
Sounds of scraping scales against scales echoed loudly in his ears as he sprinted for his ride. Using all his weight his flipped it back onto the wheels before noticing something that caused his heart to skip a beat. An entire section of the engine siding had been bent out of place, the components within having collapsed into itself from the heavy impacts. With a sigh, he held his helmet-clad head between his hands as the unyielding fingers drifted towards his position. The scraping was replaced by slick sounds similar to those of the manhood being rubbed as they plucked droplets of pre and perspiration from the ground. He never even raised his head as it barreled over his body, never even slowing as he was crushed to a fine paste beneath the questing fingers of the giant.
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The quaking motion of the active male barely slowed Forty-seven's off-road car. He could barely believe that this was all from one guy masturbating as his shock absorbers took in another impact as a wall of green appeared behind his car. Driving as quickly as he could over the sweat covered ground, he passed a down motorcycle as the hand closed the distance. Thinking quickly, he turned into one of the ravines of the giant's abdominals, the palm flying past overhead. Though this led to another disaster as a trail of pre and sweat seeped into the canyon with him after the hand went by. The wave of fluids followed like an oozing wall as he climbed the opposite side of the muscled ravine.
As he pulled up above, he could see the other survivors, having pulled the same maneuver into other divots on the giant's vast body. The hand circled around to rub another portion, leaving the racers to chase each other towards the next checkpoint. Though the hand left them alone, the massive being still impeded their driving with other actions on his part. Pre dropped from above like meteors of slime to coat the ground. A car ahead of Forty-seven had one land before their car, his tail lights flashing as he attempted to brake. Instead he found himself engulfed within the liquid, banging on the windows as Forty-seven drove on without stopping.
A shiver went down his spine at how many competitors had met their end on this race, and it was still far from over. Passing the wrecks of many other racers that failed to evade the massive hand that still massaged the terrain behind him, he couldn't help but give them a quick look as they were buried under the fluids of the giant. Looking ahead, he could see the shapes of the few remaining drivers as they drove quickly towards the canyon between the pectoral plateaus. Only six remained of the fifty that started back in the hangar with that monster who sent them on this race. Each wanted to end this nightmare as they slipped into the shifting ravine of green scales.
The walls moved with each pounding impact in the distance from the hand still working the tower throbbing high in the air. They crushed inwards towards the cars as they swerved along the slick environment before retreating, repeating many times as they kept pressing on towards the checkered flag not too far away. Forty-seven used all his car could give to keep up with the faster vehicles as they were forced to slow down on the incline upwards. His wheels powered up the slick slope, closing the distance until he was just behind the competition as the ground leveled out. Ahead of them was the finishing line, the end of all this, but the giant they were on still interfered with the race.
The green jaws above the pack were parted as the massive behemoth panted with his exertion. Forty seven had to work to keep his vehicle from being picked up in the hurricane-like winds that tore around the small group, threatening to pluck them from the ground if they turned the wrong way. The ceaseless gale yanked a light car from its wheels as it made the mistake of switching directions as the titan inhaled. Bright red flashed as it flew through the air, the brakes failing to do anything to slow the tumbling machine from vanishing between the parted lips high above. Ahead of all this was the pink skin of the cock head still glistening with the pre oozing from the slit on the tip as massive fingers gripped around it. A dull groan nearly shook the machines apart as the penis gave a telling throb.
It was obvious the male they had been racing on had reached his peak. Forty seven could see the tip almost aiming right at the group as they were on the last stretch till the end of the race. White burst out into the air on a flight towards the five remaining drivers, the blob sailing far faster than they could possibly drive. With a quick swerve, Forty-seven shifted his driving as the creamy wall splattered down directly to his left, the sound of the impact sending a shiver down his spine. More shots landed off in the distance while a few others hit around where they were. Another car vanished under the semen as the bulk crushed it beyond recognition, while another skidded into a bank of it as they tried to turn away. Forty seven only focused on the goal between the slimy mountains, the gap between them closing as cum started to spread out over the green scales.
With his foot down as far as it would go, Forty-seven made it as the mess sealed itself behind him. He barely even looked around as he flew towards the goal, never slowing until he passed over it. Taking a deep breath, the driver slowed to a stop and just sat with his head against the steering wheel as he took in what had happened. He had raced over a massive giant against other racers for a chance at a prize they all had desperately wanted. And he had won.
It took a moment for that to sink in, and when it did his face lit up. Grinning like a mad man, he kicked the door open and leaped from his seat. With his arms raised he cheered to himself as he looked around.
"I won! All of you lost your chance!" He yelled at the world around him, before taking in that there were no others with him. "Guys? Where are you?"
His joy was slowly fading as he realized that he was the only one who had even made it to this point. His victory turned hollow as it sunk in that he would be the only one leaving this place. His sorrow quickly turned to pain as a booming sound from just above ripped into his ears. His hands held the sides of his helmet as he tried to desperately cover his ears from the sound as it echoed, another in the distance not helping as it grew closer. When it finally went silent apart from the beating of the heart under his feet, he was startled by a wet slap nearby.
Turning his head to see what had happened, he saw a pink expanse spreading across the horizon covered in bumps and slickened by fluids. Looking up he could see an obsidian snout that covered the sky with the massive tongue disappearing between the dark lips.
"B-but I won..." Forty-seven said to himself as he fell to his knees, stunned as the muscles dragged itself towards him. "I won!"
He screamed as he was plucked from the ground by the sticky taste buds as it continued onwards through the piles of cum sitting nearby. The mess was slurped up, along with his car, and left within the large mouth as the giant monster sealed his lips. The new ground rumbled as the massive being took in the taste while the driver struggled to stay above the oozing mess that rolled with each movement. Humming vibrated Forty-seven's bones as the giant enjoyed the flavor, even the most minor of his twitches sending the tiny man sliding off the taste buds he was standing on. The headlights of his car showed the throat bulging out as the tongue lifted up, a massive gulp pulling everything into the pit in an instant.
"This wasn't how it supposed to be!" The speck yelled at the world as he was dragged into the darkness. "I was supposed to be the winner!"
Crushing rings propelled the mess down through the humid heat of the giant's throat. Forty seven held his breath as he was pressed against the fleshy tube, his fingers failing to get any grip as he was pulled towards his tomb. A vast sphincter parted for the fluids, letting everything drop into the vast stomach of the titan. Forty seven was shown the inside of this terrible place as his car tumbled ahead of him, its headlights showing the lake of acid before it fizzled out on impact.
******
It was a lazy morning for the green dragon as he slept in, the sunlight creeping in through a break in the blinds covering the window. Teren dozed with a smile on his lips as he enjoyed the warmth of his room as the summer temperatures started to build outside. He laid on his belly with his wings draped over the sides of the bed. His eyes fluttered with the waking dreams still going, enjoying the chance to sleep in.
An almost unnoticeable tickle appeared on his foot, the sensation raising the corners of his lips as he rolled his head to the side. The feeling crept downwards over his sensitive feet, getting a clench from his clawed toes. He gave a slight hump forward into his bed as those tiny touches went back up his sole, his digits wiggling as he tried to feel what was causing it. His lips curled back down when the feeling went away until he felt another touch around his knee. Cracking his eyes open, he bent his other leg around to scratch at what he assumed was an itch, his white claws and green toes trying to get it to go away.
Teren's blue eyes widened as he felt something else in a more sensitive region. It felt like tiny claw tips running along his rump, and it had a reaction on his groin as it twitched. Folding his tail over to his other side, he looked over to see what was causing it. His sleepy eyes not seeing anything as he scanned his round butt as the feeling went away. Sighing in the morning light, Teren rolled over slowly to deal with a growing problem under his belly. The semi flaccid shaft bouncing as he got himself comfortable in the morning light still streaming in through the window.
Teren leaned back onto his pillow as he let the feeling of warmth grow in his groin as it started to fill and throb with each passing second. He slowly dragged a hand down his belly until he dabbed at the head, plucking some of the clear pre from the tip to help his scaly fingers as they wrapped around the girth. His fist closed around his pride, slowly running downwards until he hit the bare scales of his groin. It rose back upwards before falling again, each time spreading more pre between cock and hand while a bit of it was flung free over his abdomen. Hot droplets against scales got another soft sigh from his throat as he started to really warm up, his body starting to heat up the room as well. Teren used his free hand rub his belly, collecting the pre and perspiration to help pet himself as his pounding hand only went quicker at the feeling.
It was only really a quick wank for Teren as he soon felt the tightening deep inside, a good way to start the day for him. He panted in bliss at the feelings he was giving himself. Throbbing ran up his shaft, between his fingers as they fiercely gripped his manhood, and out the widening slit on the head. Seed shot out from his pent up load to land on his chest, the rest splattering over his belly as his hand still spread its creamy warmth, although another two squirts made it further up as he clenched again. Teren leaned back onto his pillow as he enjoyed the afterglow, the mess an afterthought, something to be cleaned after he woke up fully.
His nose wrinkled as something floated in the air from the other side of his door, the smell of breakfast being cooked. Teren's eye ridge raised as he heard a soft knock at the door as the smell got closer.
"Come in," he said to whoever it was.
The door creaked open, the person on the other side getting a broad smile from the green dragon on the bed as he realized who it was. The black and green dragon strode in with breakfast in hand as he placed it on a nearby desk.
"Looks like I missed the fun," Tegon said to his friend as he looked over the white mess with a soft smile. "Made you breakfast, and I have a gift waiting for you downstairs."
"First you're going to have to help me with this." Teren smiled back as he waved over his belly.
Tegon hardly waited after being offered the chance, his nose sliding in over Teren's chest to take a quick sniff. His green eyes looked into Teren's own blue irises as his tongue slipped out onto the bare chest of his friend. Tegon took his time, savoring each second as he licked up cum from the green scales. Pulling his tongue in with a wink to Teren, Tegon rolled it around within his mouth as enjoyed the flavor. A soft hum came from his throat as he closed his eyes to enjoy it more, the hot ball of muck rolling around before settling in the center of his tongue. Swallowing it slowly, Tegon leaned in for a second lick as Teren grabbed his own meal from nearby. The pair enjoying the meals they each had while enjoying each other's company even more.
A grey hat sat on a pile of clothing in the living room down stairs. A small flash drive sat half out of the pocket along with a note saying:
"Take this to the following location. Simply plug it into the main computer.
You will be rewarded with a prize should you succeed at ruining the experiment."
-BW