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You didn’t get a good chance to <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> spit on your boss’ rapidly-decomposing corpse, and you don’t wanna miss out before the rest of the survivors crucify her or whatever! Opening the bathroom door slowly as to not smack your temporary bodyguard, you peek out just in time to see <span class="mu-g">LIL’ STANLEY,</span> your volatile and temperamental raccoon ‘pet’ surreptitiously chuck a novelty clenched hand on a stick to the side as she chitters a greeting.
Still firmly holding your late employer’s <span class="mu-g">MAGIC REMOTE</span> in her jaws, the woodland critter quickly surrenders it in your outstretched hand before diving into your pockets and reemerging with a bag of <span class="mu-g">DRIVE-IN CANDY!</span>
Hey, that was your <span class="mu-b">SECRET STASH,</span> <span class="mu-i">FATTY!</span>
Retreating to your shoulder with her sugary prize, the raccoon swiftly tears open the bag and starts noisily engorging herself on its contents. Yea, well, she’s earned it… you <span class="mu-i">guess</span>.
Emerging into the <span class="mu-g">MAINTENANCE LOCKER ROOM</span> you stopped in before heading to <span class="mu-g">LIFE SUPPORT,</span> you exchange an awkward nod with some very tired-looking security goons as you make your way back to the site of the battle.
“No rest fer’ da’ wicked, huh?” Ly remarks as the dull hum of machinery around you is periodically interrupted by the sound of distant gunfire. “Ya’ think Blumenkrantz’ guys will be able ta’ handle da’ cleanup of dis’ place?”
You couldn’t say, you shrug as you pass a pair of security guards solemnly standing over the remains of one of the exosuited skeletons you iced on the way in. <span class="mu-g">THE LODGE</span> is a big place…
“<span class="mu-r">Lots of hidey-holes, and all that implies!</span>” Chirps Nats in an annoyingly chipper tone! “<span class="mu-r">But that’s okay–once we take down Tim it’ll be all over, right?</span>”
It’d <span class="mu-i">better</span> be, you groan, still feeling tired despite being given some <span class="mu-b">MAGIC MARROW</span> after your fight. Speaking of, one annoyingly-lengthy staircase later leads you into the torn-up bowels of <span class="mu-g">LIFE SUPPORT–</span>or what’s left of it.
Shredded and clawed-up, the machines appear to have suffered from a vicious attack by a giant cat–as you pass by the skeleton crew of maintenance workers and refugee volunteers desperately trying to keep things running, you silently thank whatever deity’s watching that you didn’t have to fight a giant cat! Yeesh!
>CONTD.
