You encounter the wall of hands while on your journey. It's basically what it sounds like, a wall of hands.

You see several men and women have already become victims to the wall, moaning and muffled cries for help can be heard.

One of the hands brushes off your attack with ease as you throw it. It's not much to worry about. The hands continue to mercilessly fuck and abuse their victims, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

The second slipper meets the same fate as the first, easily brushed aside by one of the hands. The wall continues to violate its victims without paying any attention to your feeble attempts at distraction.

The sheer number of slippers is too much for even the most dexterous hands to handle, and they clatter harmlessly against the wall. The wall remains unperturbed by your assault, focusing instead on its relentless fucking of those within reach.

As you get your belt out, one of the hands cunningly reaches up and snatches it away from you before you can even fully extend it. The hand dangles it playfully above the reach of the other victims, taunting them with their own belongings. It then throws it back at your feet, laughing cruelly as it bounces off harmlessly.

The wall continues its merciless assault on those within range, seemingly undeterred by your attempts to fight back.

You give up on trying to defeat the wall of hands for now and retreat to your room. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder if anyone will find a way to stop them before they claim even more victims...

Dreaming of a cup while the wall of hands wreaks havoc on your world, you continue to slumber peacefully for what feels like an eternity. Eventually, reality intrudes as the sound of fists pounding against your door jolts you awake. Groggily, you stumble out of bed and answer the door to find a disheveled figure frantically begging for help.

It's one of the victims who managed to escape from the wall!

As the victim collapses on your floor, gasping for air and clutching at their abused body parts, you can't help but feel a mixture of horror and pity. They explain how they managed to escape from the wall, using their last ounce of strength to break free from one of the hands that had been holding them captive.

You look outside and see that the wall is still there, unmoved by your sleep or the presence of new victims. A plan begins to form in your mind...

The victim seems intrigued by your plan, nodding slowly as they consider it. "It's worth a try," they agree. Together, you gather up as many dolls and stuffed animals from your room as you can carry, filling several bags in the process. Then, armed with your makeshift ammunition, you hurry back to where the wall of hands still stands.

You pile the dolls at the base of the wall, creating a small mountain of soft toys that should be visible even from a distance.

As you wait for the plan to unfold, your heart races in anticipation. The victim shuffles nervously behind you, their eyes darting between the wall and the pile of dolls they helped gather.

Suddenly, a hand reaches out from the wall and snatches one of the dolls! A second later, another hand does the same! Your plan seems to be working! The hands continue to reach for more dolls, their attention diverted from their human victims for just a moment.

As you watch, several hands begin to reach out and grab at the dolls, their movements slowed by the sheer quantity of stuffed animals. The wall seems momentarily distracted as more and more hands try to wrestle with the toys.

Taking advantage of the situation, you and the escaped victim dash forward, pushing past the struggling hands towards where you saw other victims being held captive earlier. With any luck, they'll be able to break free from their own bonds before the wall can recover its focus!

You and the escaped victim make it past several hands that are too busy with dolls to notice you. The sounds of muffled moans and cries for help grow louder as you approach, urgency filling your veins. Finally, you spot one of the victims who appears particularly weakened, their body limp in the hands of several other hands that are fucking them mercilessly.

With a final burst of energy, you launch yourself at the nearest hand, desperate to free this poor soul from their torment.

You try to resist as the hand grabs hold of you, but it's no use; its grip is unyielding. You feel yourself being pulled closer to the wall, helpless against its insistent grasp. As you struggle, you glance over at the victim you were trying to save, only to see that they have already been claimed by another set of hands.

The hands around you begin to grope and fondle your body, ripping off your clothes as they prepare to fuck you mercilessly.

As if in some strange dream, you suddenly remember that you can play rock-paper-scissors! With a desperate look on your face, you begin to form the shapes with your hands as quickly as possible.

One of the hands that's holding you pauses for a moment, confused by this sudden change in tactics. The other hands continue their relentless assault, but they seem distracted now, uncertain how to react.

You manage to convince one of the hands to play along with you, and after a few rounds, you emerge victorious! The hand that lost slackens its grip on you slightly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, you wriggle free from its grasp and dart back towards where you saw the escaped victim earlier. As you run, you hear the hands shouting insults at your retreating back, but it's no use; you're already too far away.