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While your teammates fumble around the dark like a pack of blind people in a funhouse, you spring into action by chucking your pet into the darkness above you! Hissing with displeasure, <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY’S</span> impromptu flight leaves your hand open to retrieve both the <span class="mu-g">TACTICAL FLASHLIGHT</span> and <span class="mu-g">CAN OF INFINAMEAT</span> from your pockets!
Whoops, that’s a <span class="mu-g">ROCKET-PROPELLED GRENADE.</span> Better put that back…
With the correct tools in hand, you snarl a ‘<span class="mu-s">COOL IT!</span>’ that could stop a charging rhino into the inky blackness around you as you flick your flashlight on! Freezing with their weapons drawn in the beam of light like heavily-armed deer, your teammates watch with bewildered looks on their faces as you toss your light into your open mouth and use your free hand to cut open the meat can with your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS!</span>
As the woodland critter faceplants into the now-opened can of mystery meat with an unsettling ‘<span class="mu-i">SPLUT</span>’, you retract your claws and spit your flashlight back into your once again hand! Now then, you hiss, glaring daggers at Denise as you catch her trying to crawl away, is everyone gonna be cool, or do you have to bust some heads?! <span class="mu-s">ART?!</span>
“I didn’t even <span class="mu-i">DO</span> anything…” The Rent-A-Cop whines as he slinks over to the relative safety of Sybil’s side with a sour look on his face.
And what’s the deal with the <span class="mu-i">GUNS</span> anyways?You continue as your pet struggles to gorge herself and continue breathing.
“I uh…” Eddie mutters, sheepishly stowing his <span class="mu-g">REVOLVER</span> into his pocket, “Er…”
“Just a little jumpy, boss.” Mitzi cuts in, stowing her glowing <span class="mu-g">SCIENCY GUN</span> into her sidearm holster with an apologetic look on her face. “Never know what’s gonna sneak up on us, y’know?”
“Yea,” snorts Talbot as he angrily crosses his arms, “like some kinda <span class="mu-r">MAD SCIENCE RODEN-</span>”
Before he can finish his insult, you and the rest of the gang (save for Lil’ Stanley, her face still stuffed away in a can) recoil in pain as the lights turn on again with a bunker-shaking groan! Stumbling backwards, you land in a heap on the floor just as four chimes sputter through the Cold War-era intercom speakers placed haphazardly around your pad!
>CONTD.
