>>5365386“Ha-HA!” Eddie announces as he clambers across the back of the van to the <span class="mu-g">RIP KORD CUTOUT,</span> “I <span class="mu-i">knew</span> we’d make it! We’ve got the <span class="mu-s">STUNTMAESTRO</span> lookin’ out for us!”
“<span class="mu-s">FOCUS!</span>” Roars a bloody and distraught-looking Sybil as she runs her hand through a comatose Art’s hair near the back.
“<span class="mu-i">C-could someone pl-please t-take over!!?</span>” Yowls Denise as she bounces up and down with every bullet the turret fires! “<span class="mu-i">I th-think my f-fillings are c-coming loose..</span>”
Kiki, you command, take over! Denise, help Tucker with Mitz-
“<span class="mu-s">AND ART!</span>” Snaps Syb! “H-he got shot because of me… he’s…”
“Just take a deep breath while I get settled in, okay?” Tucker replies in a voice straining to stay calm. “Denise, track down the First Aid kit, please, and any stuff we can tear into bandages.”
As the scientist nods in assent, she and Tucker are both nearly flung out the open van doors as your ride nearly tips over taking an especially-sharp turn!
“And less of <span class="mu-i">that</span> shit, if you can!” Tucker adds in a less-patient tone!
“Sorry–giving Kiki some breathing room.” Replies Gus in the usual monotone.
“Wait a sec–your <span class="mu-s">BIKE,</span> Gus! Where is it!?”
Glancing back at Eddie for a fraction of a second, the delivery man’s face remains unflappable as you smash through a line of skeletons on the road.
“... it’ll be fine.”
Taking up shop next to Kiki, you, her, and Eddie make short work of the hot rod tailing you and even a few motorcycles as well! Having reduced your immediate pursuers to scrap, you find yourself staring at the torn-up remains of the Drive-In until you feel another tap on your shoulder!
“Erm, Gus wants to know where we’re goin.’” Eddie explains in an apologetic tone.
“And I <span class="mu-i">STILL</span> need to treat these two.” Tucker adds pointedly.
“There’s a chance they didn’t hear da’ plan yesterday, kid.” Ly reminds you over the sound of a gently snoring demon behind him, “where we headed?”
Well, you begin, hanging onto the side of the van as it tries to stay steady on the snow-covered roads,
>THERE’S A SUBSTATION WITH A HELICOPTER NEARBY–THAT MIGHT COME IN HANDY!>FIND SOMEWHERE SECLUDED FOR A SECOND–WE NEED TO BREATHE AND FIGURE SHIT OUT!>THE LODGE IS UNDER ATTACK–WE NEED TO HELP THEM OUT WHILE WE STILL CAN!>THE UNIVERSITY IS FAR, BUT MAYBE WE CAN GET SOME SUPPORT THERE?>THIS SHIT’S GONE ON LONG ENOUGH–WE’RE HEADING FOR CITY HALL AND THAT PORTAL TO THE FLYING FORTRESS. NOW!>WRITE-IN! 