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Tearing out of the room like a dog trying to avoid a bath, you’re too busy weaving between pieces of falling ceiling to check on Raj or Rodney, not that you really care about the latter… Thankfully Pepper’s just ahead of you, so you don’t have to worry about her running off again…
You <span class="mu-i">think</span>.
Emerging into an unfamiliar mine tunnel, the lamps hanging on the wall are already shaking when you enter, and though the footing is still somewhat stable when you arrive, running across it feels about as reassuring as jogging across a bridge made of popsicle sticks!
“This way!”
Following the redhead’s voice, you and the dudes hop over a growing fissure in your path and join Pepper around the corner! Nearly tripping over one of her <span class="mu-s">NOTBUG</span> kills, you feel a shiver run down your spine–if you run into any more of those damn things…
“WOAH!”
Rodney’s sudden yelp yanks you out of your thoughts. Whipping around to check on your supposed ‘<span class="mu-i">Rival</span>’, you feel a mixture of relief and dismay when a massive stalactite just barely misses skewering his dumb hair!
“Don’t worry, Pep–I’m A-OK!”
Thankfully she doesn’t notice his thumbs up. Following the girl down the tunnel, the mine opens up around you leading into a system of catwalks barely holding together through the chain reaction you started! Before you can ask where you’re headed, however, your answer presents itself sitting on a pair of rusty rails that lead deeper into the mine…
Oh <span class="mu-i">hell</span> no…
“Oh <span class="mu-i">hell YES!</span>” Counters Pepper as she jabs a finger into your chest! “Would you prefer <span class="mu-i">digging</span> our way out?”
No, you groan, but there was a <span class="mu-s">MAINTENANCE STAIRWELL-</span>
Before you can finish, another stalactite the size of a minivan smashes through a chunk of catwalk, taking the metal with it in an ear-splitting metallic shriek! Watching it tumble into the abyss, you punctuate your argument with a curt nod.
Okay, you huff, where to?
“No clue, chief,” She replies as she gestures to the three <span class="mu-s">TRACKS</span> with carts, “but anywhere’s better than <span class="mu-i">HERE!</span>”
Which one do you ride?
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘SAND’!
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘OVERFLOW’!
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘LOWER’!
>NAH, THIS IS DUMB! LET’S GO BACK!
>WRITE-IN!
