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Combat Test I

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"Aaaaaalllriiight!' The gleeful voice rang out from the other room. "Let's see how you handle yourself in
combat! Hyahyahya!"

The metal chair containing Joe suddenly released him, basically dropping him onto cold, hard, metal flooring.
He finally began to steady his mind and come to his senses, and felt heavier as he pushed himself up. He
noticed that his small human frame had shifted into a hulking, scaly form, thick muscles rippling all over his
body. He tried to let out a gasp of surprise, but all that escaped from his mouth was a low growl. This new
surprise gave way to noticing something thrashing around behind him--a scaly tail, somewhat similar in
appearance to a crocodile's, but it seemed more prehensile like a monkey's. Joe looked at his hands, seeing
that they have now become monstrous claws. He brought them to his face, and felt sharp bumps all over, almost
feeling like small horns.

"Heyyy, lizard boy! Pay attention!" The doctor shouted, and Joe turned to the source of the voice. The doctor
now sat behind a thick glass wall, and continued shouting into a small microphone. "That's better. Now, pay
attention or you'll die! This is combat preparation, after all! Whehehehe~!"

Joe looked around the room more and saw that it was composed of metal, concrete, and little else besides
those. The room was a plain beige color, though there were vague hints of red splashed here and there around
the room, possibly from people-turned-beasts that came before Joe.

Joe cursed himself for taking this job, instead of that other posting on tutoring middle schoolers. If only
he'd have taken the other job, the most he'd have to deal with would be a bratty kid... He felt a strange but
powerful rage build in his chest as he continued thinking this, and the doctor's voice echoed yet again in his
ears.

"Stop spacing out, lizard boy! Heeeere we gooo! Subject X4-205's Combat Test: Initiate!" A sharp beeping sound
echoed throughout the beige room, and clunky robots dropped from the ceiling. They seemed shoddily built,
possibly out of everyday household kitchen appliances. Though, they still seemed very dangerous, as many of
them had sharp kitchen knives functioning as hands.

The kitchen robots all surround Joe...


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