>>5152997Holding the canister out for you and your shoulder passenger to see, the Doctor points a finger at some of the, er… <span class="mu-i">particles</span> floating around in the blue fluid. “<span class="mu-i">I bet you’re DYING to know what those are…</span>”
You respond with a shrug–nutrients?
“<span class="mu-i">These, my dear, are MARROW CLUSTERS that are exponentially growing…</span>” Devon replies. “<span class="mu-i">And their owner, if my research and THE ORDER’S is correct, is the very MONSTER who instigated this whole mess!</span>”
Uninterested, the trash panda on your shoulder continues to snack while you prod the canister with your finger. <span class="mu-r">TIM’S MARROW,</span> huh? It makes sense given what Syb mentioned before…
“<span class="mu-i">I poured over the information THE ORDER has on NECROMANCY…</span>” Dr. Devon explains with a twinkle in his eye. “<span class="mu-i">Rather FASCINATING BEDTIME READING, but I digress… The MARROW you ingest from each LIEUTENANT was once a part of THE LICH–and while you steal his power-</span>”
You also put a piece of him inside you, you finish with a shiver. <span class="mu-i">MAN</span>, that sounds <span class="mu-i">way</span> creepier when you put it like that! EEEUCK!
“<span class="mu-i">There’s MORE!</span>” The Doc adds. “<span class="mu-i">Observing your sample for a few days, I noticed a distinct REACTION between your WILD MAGIC-SATURATED MARROW and that of THE LICH’S…</span>” Reaching into his lab coat, Devon pulls out a handful of photographs of the same canister and holds them out for you to see. Dated with the last few days, it doesn’t take a scientist to notice what’s going on…
“<span class="mu-r">TIM’S MARROW CHUNKS…</span> They’re <span class="mu-s">GROWIN’!</span>” Ly exclaims! Relaying his conclusion to the rest of the class, the Doc responds with a grave nod.
“<span class="mu-i">With all the remaining UNDEAD to harvest, your MARROW would save many lives… but I fear this panacea could come with FEARSOME consequences!</span>”
“Hate ta’ say it, cupcake, but he ain’t wrong…” Ly adds in a concerned tone. “In da’ short-term things might be fine, but who knows what could happen?”
“<span class="mu-i">Hence my dilemma…</span>” Devon sighs. “<span class="mu-i">It is a TERRIBLE BURDEN, Stanley, but I fear YOU and YOU ALONE could make it: Do we MASS PRODUCE this TERRIBLE MEDICINE, or CAST IT ASIDE?</span>” Motioning towards the closet, Dr. Devon looks at you with renewed confidence. “<span class="mu-i">You’ve proven yourself to be a DECISIVE YOUNG LADY, and I have no greater trust in anyone else in this matter… </span>” Peering past him as you try to ignore the loud crunching on your shoulder, you spot a <span class="mu-b">CONTAINER</span> similar to the one in Devon’s hands.
“<span class="mu-i">Whatever you choose, I have ONE SAMPLE for you to administer as you see fit… perhaps one of your friends could use it well…</span>”
What say thee?
>MAKE IT! SIDE EFFECTS WON’T MATTER IF TIM’S DESTROYED FIRST!>DESTROY IT! YOU DON’T NEED ANY MORE SURPRISES!>CAN YOU, LIKE, RADIO HIM LATER? TOUGH CALL!>LY, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS?>WRITE-IN! 