>>6114174Yea okay, that was a little grim, you think to yourself as Oti screeches his warning, but it can’t be that bad, ri-
Your answer comes in the form of an impromptu percussion ensemble that rocks the chamber by its very foundations! The whole place goes up like a dropped match in an invisible fireworks factory–explosions rock your icy raft and unseen flames race around the room like dogs given energy drinks!
Feeling one of said flames scorch a few of your hairs, you drop to your belly and cling for dear life as the gunky golem comes crashing down next to you–three of its eyes ruptured, their contents somehow <span class="mu-i">leaking</span> out of the transparent buds they were housed in!
Shrieking like a little girl on her first roller coaster, you dig your unkempt fingernails into the ice as best as you can, your lower torso and legs flailing behind you like windsocks as a trashy tidal wave sends you off on a wild ride! Chunks of catwalk and pipe pelt you from above–both scrap showers hitting the sewage with worrying ‘<span class="mu-i">hisses</span>’--it’s <span class="mu-i">DEFINITELY</span> heating up in here!
“ANT!” Shouts Tzah-Tzie halfway down the tunnel you entered from, “Still alive!?”
Not for lack of <span class="mu-i">TRYING</span>, you fire back indignantly! Where’s <span class="mu-i">she</span> going anyways!?
“Just… looking for ways to help!” She replies, her voice and Striili strumming growing fainter by the second! “<span class="mu-i">You got this!</span>”
Crashing into the brick wall with a bone-shaking <span class="mu-s">CRUNCH</span>, your raft sends you tumbling head over heels towards the churning sea of sludge! Just when your face comes close enough to <span class="mu-i">TASTE</span> the smell, you’re picked up by an unseen force and dropped onto another iceberg!
Are… you can <span class="mu-i">fly</span> now!? You can <span class="mu-s">FLY!</span>
“Guess again, you maniac..” Lowering towards the raft with the grace of a very rattled dandelion spore comes Oti, his segmented eyes even more bugged out than usual. “Try anything like that again and I’ll dissect you myself!”
Hey, you counter as you plant your hands on your hips with an indignant scoff, it worked, didn’t it? Before the Chytree can respond, your answer emerges from the sewage once more–three eyes drained of their glow and definitely creakier than it was before, yes, but still very much functional!
Feeling something big, heavy, and dripping with waste loom high above your heads, you and Oti exchange slightly worried glances.
“If you’re going to be insane, at least warn me first. Let’s get the other three.”
Before you can enact your plan, however, the giant’s palm comes crashing downwards like a filthy meteor!
>Roll me 1d100+2(+1 Spinner’s Song, Oti Support +5, +1 Damaged Droid, -3 Uneven Footing, -2 Dark) to dodge the digits! Best of 3! 