>>5402426“Says the girl still contemplating taking the power for herself.” Boris counters with a wry grin. “Or do you <span class="mu-i">really</span> think you can fend off <span class="mu-r">TIBIUS’</span> influence for the rest of your miserable life? It’s still <span class="mu-i">his</span> energy in there, you know.”
Yea, well, you stammer, flashing back to how he drilled into your head a few minutes ago, <span class="mu-b">LY’S</span> in there too now, so Boris will have to tangle with <span class="mu-i">HIM</span> too!
“Oh right, your imaginary friend…” Sniffs your coworker in a bemused tone. “Well then I’ll just have to figure that out, won’t I? Not that you’ll be around to see it happen, of course.”
And who <span class="mu-i">will</span> be around, exactly? Gonna be lonely at the top, you muse to yourself in mock contemplation, what about HIS fan club, hm?
“Please, Stan,” Scoffs Boris as if you’d just told him a dirty joke, “They were all <span class="mu-i">tools</span>, don’t you get it? Curt had the magic, Bea, like you, was a heavy-hitting moron, and Sunny…” A mischievous grin forms on his face. “Well… she had a few uses… and the company, of course.”
Yea, you reply with a pained chuckle, that reminds you… you have something that she wanted to pass along..
“Oh yea?” Asks Boris as he raises his gun in your direction, “Let me guess–it’s something that’ll get you out of this mess, right?”
No, you laugh, but he might find it interest-
Retrieving a bag of <span class="mu-g">PICKLE CHIPS</span> from your pocket, the pack only stays intact for half a second before its contents are blown across the remaining chamber by a bullet!
“Cute, Stan.” Mutters Boris as a few chip crumbs land on his broad shoulders, “But let’s skip the theatrics, alright? I’m going to kill you no matter what, but how long I’ll take, well,” He pauses, taking a moment to crack his neck, “that’s still up for discussion.”
Pointing the gun at the skull, Boris gestures for you to roll it towards him! “Be a good girl now, bumblebee–and don’t worry, I’ll be sure to check out whatever Sunny gave you when I loot your ugly corpse.”
The word ‘<span class="mu-i">corpse</span>’ barely leaves his mouth before your salvation comes in the form of a fuzzy missile launching at his luscious golden locks! Sensing something awry, Boris whips around just in time to get a faceful of <span class="mu-s">RACCOON!</span>
Watching with devilish glee as Boris blindly fires his gun all over the place as Lil’ Stanley tears his pretty boy face apart, you feel the ground shift beneath you as the <span class="mu-r">INNER SANCTUM</span> starts to lose altitude!
Feeling the floor lurch beneath your prone form, you’re launched like a bean bag off a springboard towards Boris! Though you lose hold of the skull, you know better than anyone that this is your <span class="mu-r">ONLY CHANCE!</span>
<span class="mu-r">ROLL ME 1d100-30(+5 BUNNY SUIT, +5 DEMON STRENGTH, +10 NOW! -20 DEMON IGNITE FATIGUE, -20 POWER FATIGUE, -10 INJURED) TO GET HIM! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!</span>
