Shock Ram
The air is filled with the scent of burning stone, rising in plumes of singed purple-black smoking afterglow.
And yet you are still standing in a third, calmer world. There is some sort of voltaic battering ram in your hands. It weighs nothing. And a handgun... in a third hand.
>>5392058>>5391417For some reason, the old riddle of the Pathless Beggar comes to your mind. How many hands does a man have?
