StrongArm Game

You approach the Might Tester 3000, preparing to prove you are the strongest around! With confidence flowing through every inch of your body, you grip the mallet, and lift it. Or rather you try to, but the thing won’t budge.

You can hear a general ambience of mild amusement as the other carnival goers watch you struggle with the mallet, but where lesser toons would turn tail and walk away in shame, you are not going to give up so easily! And the mallet is not even that heavy, you’re just warming up! Yeah, that’s it!

After huffing and puffing, and a bit of begging, you finally convince the stubborn wood to relinquish its spot besides the machine, and heft it over your shoulder. Oh god it’s heavy…

Your audience, an ever growing crowd of people who could not help but notice your little display, is quite amused by your helpless wobbling. But you’ll show them! You’ll show all of them. Just take one step, then the next, lift the mallet with all your strength, swing it and-

‘Plong’.

The mallet flops onto the target with the force of a discarded hankercheif, and the little weight that you were trying to send skyward just hops a little, producing a sad little ‘klink’ as it comes back down.

At this point, the laughter is deafening, and you can’t help but blush, having made a fool of yourself like that. But it’s not too late, you can still salvage this! You’re just putting on a show! With all your remaining might you try to lift the hammer- And somehow, you do so easily, lifting it higher and higher up into the sky, and- Where did the ground go?

The answer is soon revealed when you spin around, your hands wrapped around the mallet and your feet dangling in the air as you hang from it, held up by an absolutely humongous mountain of muscles, keeping you aloft with only one arm. The hunky horse grins down at you, and gently grabs your noodly arms, squishing them like dough as he pries you off the mallet and sets you down.

Right on the target.

The crowd is already cheering for the next contestant.

You are not, given your current position. You do have the best spot to watch the spectacle, however! You have a first row seat, so to speak! The horse winds up, holds on for just a moment, and then SLAMS the hammer down with the force of a speeding freight train slamming into an anvil storehouse. There is an ear-shattering ‘BOOM’ as the mallet comes down on the target, accompanied by a ‘SPLAT’!

The weight rockets up, slams through the bell and goes into orbit, twinkling in the sky like a star. You, meanwhile, find yourself completely and utterly flat, smushed paper thin by a strength that you believe should require a permit to possess. You’re reduced to a pancake, firmly stuck to the target, with your face on full display to the crowd, which bursts out into laughter as they see nothing but a puny, squishy toon flattened onto the carnival attraction.

You don’t get much time to contemplate the incident however, as the next contestant is already winding up for a swing.

You come to realize that it’s going to be a looooong day from here on out...

Hammer Time!