>>5382295“Sh-sh-shit, man, doesn’t this thing h-h-have a <span class="mu-i">HEATER</span> or something!?” Shivers Talbot as the warm, clammy bunker disappears below you in a shroud of bloody snow!
“D-dude, I b-barely know how t-t-to fly th-this thing!” Eddie counters as he quickly rubs his bare hands together for warmth! “J-j-just bl-blow on your hands, or s-something!”
“St-STAN!” Barks the janitor, “C-commere a s-sec!”
You’re about to give him a <span class="mu-g">FIRE-AUGMENTED SMACK IN THE ARM</span> when you hear it–the distant, but now unmistakable sound of weapons firing! Following the ruckus with your eyes, you give the back of Eddie’s seat a few slaps and point in the direction you hear it happening–there, do you hear it!?
“Oh yea,” he nods as <span class="mu-g">FIDO</span> banks in their direction, “I hear it alright!”
Banking through the shower of bloody snow, your aircraft barely avoids a head-on collision with a <span class="mu-r">BONE DRAGON</span> as it soars into the air with a massive burn mark on its face! Following where it came from, you find your target almost immediately–a lone armored <span class="mu-b">VAN</span> wrapped in a flickering blue bubble half-buried in a bloody snow bank!
It takes you a moment to notice the ground moving beneath you. Like ants raiding a picnic, hordes of skeletons march on your friends wielding everything and anything they can get their hands on–grenades, rockets, flamethrowers, pointy sticks…
It’s only thanks to the massive, borderline <span class="mu-i">excessive</span> amount of firepower coming from the van that the skeletons haven’t overrun it yet, but though your friends sling magic and bullets at their aggressors, even from above you can tell they’re running out of steam!
“I’m gonna bring us closer!” Eddie announces as the aircraft dips towards the battle below! “What’s the plan, Stan?”
Before you can answer, another newcomer enters the fray–well, not so much <span class="mu-i">enters</span> so much as is <span class="mu-i">flung</span> in! Barely fighting the roaring winds, a familiar <span class="mu-g">CHOPPER</span> fights to maintain balance as it unloads its gatling gun into the crowd below!
Making itself scarce before the skeletons can retaliate, you exchange surprised glances with a familiar old man sitting in the cockpit–a crooked, weary grin sitting behind his cracked shades!
What’s the plan here?
>TEAM UP WITH PETE AND RELIEVE THE VAN A BIT FIRST!>LET PETE HANDLE THE WEAKLINGS, YOU FOCUS ON THE BIGGER THREATS!>EDDIE, ANY WAY YOU CAN JUST SCOOP THE VAN UP?>GET LOW AND JUMP INTO THE FRAY–YOU CAN HELP YOUR VAN PALS BETTER ON THE GROUND!>WRITE-IN! 