>>5392515You don’t even bother aiming the rifle. Firing from the hip like a gunslinger out of an old Western flick, you wade through the first flurry of spells aimed at you as if they were dodgeballs tossed by a toddler. Sidestepping the explosions on the ground around you as if they were puddles at work, you empty the remaining magazine in your rifle into the KNIGHTS and swat the stragglers aside with a decisive swing of your mop to their helmeted heads.
Lil’ Stanley squirms into your pocket for cover before handing you a replacement magazine. Swapping them out like you’ve been doing it for years, you immediately empty it into the swarm of SKULLS without taking your eyes off of the next squad of skeletons on the landing above you!
Though most of the SKULLS manage to avoid your blind fire, you hit enough to make a scene–catching one in mid-fireball, you set off a chain reaction of explosions that rises all the way to the top of the chamber catching SKULLS, KNIGHTS, and even a few MAGES in the crossfire! Undeterred by fear or any feelings whatsoever, the skeletons above continue to hold their ground as you slowly ascend.
Though sharpened bones, flaming orbs, and eldritch bolts fill you like a pincushion, you’ve got plenty of MARROW to work with. Still carving through the KNIGHTS like they were cobwebs, you get to a point where you don’t even bother drinking the stuff anymore, and by the time you’re halfway up the tower you’re covered head to toe in MAGIC MARROW like some homicidal abstract art piece!
You don’t even look when you fire your rifle any more. Every time you pull the trigger, something gets shot: SKULL, MAGE, KNIGHT, who the hell cares anymore? As you shove your GOO MOP straight through a MAGE’S cowled skull like a spear, you feel a dull burning in your throat. You’ve been screaming this whole time–you can’t recall when you started.
Powering up the stairs fueled by MARROW and pure anger, the chamber eventually becomes your canvas. Your foes still attack as you climb, but you don’t bother dodging anymore–it’d distract you. Scattering their bones and weapons across the room like the dust you spent so long cleaning at work, their dwindling numbers only fuel you as you reach the final flight of stairs.
As the SKULLS and final MAGE gather to overwhelm you near the center, you flick your EYEPATCH up and counter them with one last LASER BLAST–one that turns the last few enemies into a fireworks show celebrating your victory! You don’t stop there, though–carving a burning swathe through the central tube, you let TIM’S treasure trove spill out into the tower as one final ‘SCREW YOU’!
With that, you mount the final step and find yourself standing in front of a massive set of familiar double doors.
You made it.
>CONTD. 