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>Toady 99 vs The Glowy 50
By the time The Glowy is beaten out of its mud-case, YOU feel medium rare.
With the clods removed its real size is slightly bigger than your body, maybe twice as fat around.
>FUGGIT
>DONE
Your kludge hookstaff clangs on the metal bits, gets a pinch, holds.
"<span class="mu-g">PULL, BUGG!</span>"
Everything holds together long enough for you to get The Glowy onto the funnel rim. There, you thoroughly dunk the Pouch in water and stretch it open across Wagon's clamps, and direct him to swag The Glowie, bagging from the top, like a kidnapping.
The heat being thrown off by Glowy's immediately diminishes when the open mouth of the Pouch gets close.
>well shidd
>should have just started with dis den
>fugg. me.
You take a break to cool off.
Next course is up.
>7 Stuffs deducted for spoiled kludge tooling and protectives
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Before starting you test out the salt spikes, see if they can take your weight.
They're mostly stone by now, salty but the baddy kinds arsenic and sulphur . You whack off a couple trunks of them, two or three times your body weight in case they're worth something, Pouch 'em
Wagon's useless for climbing the salt spikes, so you swap him out for Moar Oww.
"<span class="mu-g">We're going up, Old Wummun. Gunna need yer face ferra foothold. </span>"
He seems like he's about to say something, but he doesn't in the end, resigned to his lot in unlife as your all-purpose bumrest.
>yerr
>das RAITT
>Mm der Bosser yez, koomface
>Toady 92 vs The Climb 86
With Moar Oww boosting you you make good time up to the ceiling. Getting to the hole the radial cracks are coming from is harder: the rocks here are melted nearly smoov, so there's nuffin to grab and nowhere to dig a noiff in.
You have to rely on Moar Oww hovering you from the root of the salt spike you're on to the nearest large crack, maybe a hundred steps from you, two hundred tops.
It takes him a whole Time to float both of you there, the git.
<span class="mu-i">•I told you it would be slow before we began. You are too heavy.•</span>
"<span class="mu-g"> n I'z told YEZ yer a koomface faggit, Old Wummun. AND yer MAM.</span>"
That shut him up.
After a short kip in the crack, with a wedged plank for a bench and Moar Oww under it for a safety, you're good to go again.
Once you get to the mainshaft it's easier in many ways: The Glowy passed through here fast, so the rocks are not completely melted: there's hand- and footholds.
And there's levels, sure ground for you to rest.
Most of it is empty, same black masonry as the ruins below. While you rest you get out Wagon to haul a few moar pieces innada Pouch. Only the real valuable looking ones: you're sure there's much better whole pieces above.
You're maybe two long climbs away from where you can feel the air opening up.
You can see part of a gigantic dome, mostly gone where The Glowy smashed through.
>Looks fancy
>looks like lewts
>so why do I feel like shitt
>and why's I getting a chubb.
