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Rolled 146, 908, 136 = 1190 (3d1000)
Your hand grabs hold of the Helff Glugg, starts pulling it towards your face. You want to get your other hand in on the action, but there's not enough strength in you to lift it across your body.
Your mouth finds the spout you know is there and you try to tilt it back for a swigg, but your hand can't lift any higher. It's blood loss.
<span class="mu-s">Like. HELL.</span>
At the heart of YOU is Appetite, the desire to eat and ræp the earth, the World. In your titanic struggle for Life it is <span class="mu-g">This</span> that emerges. A Goblin is a Cork, a Belly, a Tungg, and a Meof.
You bite down on the spout like on a chicken bone, hard as you ever bitten, lick the stopper off, and tilt the whole thing back with just jaw strength.
The Helff Glugg goes in, hotting up your insides. You feel pain again, and that's good. That's <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">LIFE</span></span>. The red haze darkening your vision starts clearing up.
You finish near all of the Helff Swigg before you feel the heaviness leave.
>gaaaaah
You're stablized. You live.
>-9/16HP last
>3 Helff Swiggs consumed
>now 2/16HP
>[Helff Swigga] 2/6
You look at yourself: you've been coughing and snotting up blood in your sleep. That was the warm feeling you had when Gui Li shafted you right 'tween the 'nads.
Her and her cheaty stikk wrecked you gudd. You're going to moan at Seafood about her when you get back. He might thrash you for asking for help, but this is his doing anyway. Even if he thrashes you, it's just a world of pain; you probably won't die. With that spooky bitch you almost just did. You're not sure you can repeat what you just did if you got <span class="mu-r">got</span> like that again.
You're going to kipp here a few days more, just eating and schlepping, letting your body close up.
>QM rollan for Ancient Buggz
>vs Toady's Cubby DC 800
