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You’re everywhere. And nowhere. And <span class="mu-i">some</span>where, but you’re not certain where that somewhere is. Tumbling through something resembling a place, you come to the conclusion that you <span class="mu-i">are</span>, and that’s pretty good, all things considered! After what feels like an eternity of having each and every atom being tugged on by what you assume must be, you dunno, <span class="mu-r">TRANSDIMENSIONAL DOGS,</span> you finally feel a sensation akin to being yanked offstage by a very strong hook–one that pulls you back into something resembling consciousness!
Snap back to reality-op, there goes gravity! Seriously, there it goes! As you suck up your first gulp of air in what very well might have been <span class="mu-i">minutes,</span> you feel the all-too-familiar tug of gravity on your flailing body dragging you down a steep shaft towards… well, you can’t exactly see yet through the acrid green haze in the air around you!
“Phew!” Ly remarks as your rental sentries catch up to you in mid-fall, “Dat’ was a wild ride, huh? Great ta’ be back in-oh. We’re fallin’.”
You sure are, pal! As you hurtle towards what you <span class="mu-i">hope</span> is a giant trampoline, you spot both Syb and Talbot in the air next to you–the former still sullen from being taken down a notch, the latter shrieking like a girl as he clings to Lil’ Stanley for dear life!
Just when you’re beginning to get concerned, your reprieve appears in the form of a <span class="mu-i">massive</span> pile of, well… jury’s still out, but-
<span class="mu-s">SPLUTCH!</span>
Oh yea, that’s <span class="mu-i">nasty</span>... Nice stuff doesn’t make a ‘<span class="mu-s">SPLUTCH</span>’ noise, that’s for damn sure! Pulling your head out of some kind of metallic, fleshy slurry like a <span class="mu-i">really</span> confused ostrich, you spit out a few remnants of whatever you just French kissed and find yourself on one of many massive conveyor belts lined with piles of refuse of varying shapes and sizes. Collect ‘em all!
“Huh.” Talbot mutters as he emerges from the muck next to you like a <span class="mu-i">really</span> confused gopher, “Guess we ain’t dead yet, huh?”
Nope, you shrug as Lil’ Stanley emerges and takes a few cursory nibbles of the pile, but there’s plenty of time for that!
Rising from the garbage pile like <span class="mu-i">really</span> confused zom-okay, just <span class="mu-i">zombies</span>, your two loaner sentries… err… <span class="mu-g">ERNESTO AND VIVALDI</span> look your way with their glowing eyes. Take a picture, you snarl as you cover up your chest, it’ll last longer!
“I uh,” Ly mutters as Talbot takes a page from your raccoon and takes a tentative bite out of the pile, “I think they’re lookin’ for orders, Stan.”
Yea, yea, that’s what they <span class="mu-i">always</span> say, you groan, wiping a few more pile particles off of your hat! If that’s the case, you continue, then make yourselves useful–find Syb!
“Don’t forget <span class="mu-i">Art</span>, cupcake.” Ly adds in a wary voice.
Oh, uh, Art too! Of course! W-where is that little scamp, anyways? You were gonna say his name next, Ly!
>CONTD.
