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Not bothering to wait for a reply, Oti pirouettes through the air like one of those flying, spinning dolls that always got stuck on the roof and sends a chill throughout the chamber with what you can only assume is another <span class="mu-b">ICE BLAST!</span> As a thick layer of ice gets comfy on the construct’s glowing eyes, the mage turns to you and nods!
“I set him up, you knock him down!”
Yea, you roar as you adopt a wide stance on the ice floe as the waves of refuse send it tossing and turning around the chamber, you’re gettin’ <span class="mu-r">FIRED UUUUUP!</span>
“<span class="mu-s">YOU MORON!</span>” Howls Oti as the flames leap from your fingers and towards the icy automaton, “<span class="mu-s">THERE ARE GAS POCKE-</span>”
Hey, you snort with a goofy grin, he kinda sounds like this devil you met-
A faint hiss followed by a pop are the last things you hear before the aforementioned gas ignites, bathing the chamber in a massive explosion that immediately flash-fries everyone inside!
While the construct is damaged, it’s not enough to keep it from doing its job. Gathering up what little remains of you and your pals once the flames die out, it unceremoniously shoves you into the maelstrom of filth and dutifully gets to work repairing the damages.
You’re dead. The universe remains cruelly impassive.
<span class="mu-r">GAME OVER.</span>
>RESTORE
>RESTART
>QUIT
