>>6069335"Stop."
The Plague Town is in sight, just two Times (~1hr20mins) distance off. You're glad of the rest. As to the why, you wait, try to figger it for yourself, maybe go snooping later, when you're scrounging. Like food given freely, or a morsel found in an Immortal's lair, information there for the asking is dangerous. Who knows which mouthful might contain a poisoned nail? Which word call forth a fist to the teeth? You've learned. You're quiet.
Seafood stays standing, looking, not seeing; <span class="mu-i">feeling</span>.
"Tudi. We go into the forest. Bring the wagon. Sweep our trail from the road." He's seen fit to remind you of what you usually do any, sweeping the road of your tracks. There's a note of hurry in his words. Hrnn. Must be Bad. Or Weird.
He snaps at you after two measly moments.
"Did you hear me, you miserable waste of time and space? Or do I need to score your earholes a little bigger? Pull us up the rise, off road! Into the treeline! Go!"
Your whole body's muscles are aching. Everything's aching. Your tendons are harpstring taut. Hungry, thirsty, barely a brea-
wht-<span class="mu-s">TSH!</span>
" 'YYYASSsss! Yas! Im doin it! M doin! sssss <span class="mu-i">muhhfuggn Shitfool</span>"
"What was that??"
"I said Yas, Sweetfood. M doin."
"Hm."
You stop thinking and just put everything you have left into cresting the hillock.
You're stronger now, from everything.
You've pissed and shat yourself empty pulling this wagon since days ago. Your kludge armor's leather underrigging stinks, and the ropes holding the planks have started to rot and fray. And stink a different way.
But you're stronger.
<span class="mu-i">Killier</span>.
And the next bugghole you fight is going to get all of this week taken out on him.
>[THOUSAND SEGMENT CARRIONPEDE FORM IMPROVEMENT]>[4(/4) MELEE HIT CHANCE, 0+2-1=1(/4) MELEE DAMAGE]*****
Your Slutfoul has you break up the wagon and cobble a hovel for you both.
>§20 - QM3d4 While you silently work, your Shitpool wags a foot over a knee, musing whimsically. You pay complete attention, even steaming with sweat. It's instruction. IMPORTANT.
"The air is heavy Yang (positive), but the streets are quiet...
"The Yin is not in retrograde or pressured, suppressed; it is not deficient, but gone.
"The air does not circle, to or from; why does no one move?
"If I feel further I will be felt, and if I don't I might be found...haaai...a bore, a bore. Tudi! Go to town. See if anything is interesting. Ask if they have blood and wine!"
[ONE ROLL AND TWO CHOICES TO MAKE]
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>ROLL 1D1000 vs YOUR DYSFUNCTIONAL MARRIAGE DC700 >ROLL OVER, AVERAGE OF 3>>6069347 rolled 826[C H O O S E]
How will you approach Plague Town? Pick a combi.
>Day / Night>Skirts / Mains >kill / no kill>Yang Wuhan needs 74LM / 31 days 