>>6139144“Nobody…” He snarls through clenched teeth, “Calls me… <span class="mu-s">PISSY PORRI!</span>”
Grabbing you by the collar with a trembling claw, Piss-err, <span class="mu-i">PORRI</span> chucks you over his shoulder like a gorilla tossing a baby! Landing in a heap in the drink (or maybe pee) puddle, you barely have time to scramble to your feet before Porri comes crashing down onto the place you just vacated!
“<span class="mu-s">I… DON’T… PISS MESELF!</span>” He roars as he rips open what you hope is his tunic, “<span class="mu-s">NOT ANYMOOOOOOORE!</span>”
His friend rushes to intervene, but he gets the same treatment you received–only this time his friend lands outside the circle!
“<span class="mu-s">NOBODY INTERFERES! ‘E’S MINE!</span>”
Well crud. That’s what you get for being confident… As Volka watches from the sidelines with a lost and worried look on her face, Tzah-Tzie breaks out her Striilii and gives you a tune just as Porri rushes to separate your neck from your body!
>Roll me 1d100 (+1 Footwork, +2 Limbo, +3 Spinner’s Song, -2 Dark, -4 Urine Trouble) to not get got! Best of 3! 