>>5750829The helipad doesn’t just shake when you make contact… it <span class="mu-i">EXPLODES</span> into <span class="mu-s">RUBBLE!</span> Dirt, dust, and even water from the storm is flung into the air on impact prompting a chorus of cheers from your spectators that rival those Raj got from that distraction he pulled earlier!
Stepping out of the cloud of smoke, dust, and debris, the fire in your chest still burns brighter as you regard your broken adversary… this was ‘<span class="mu-i">Uncle Reggie’s</span>’ big finale, you realize: his grand performance ending in him beating you to death at the behest of his geriatric sociopath of a boss…
Now that boss is bloodied and beaten beneath his own daughter–her chest heaving with anger rivaling yours and blood caking her face and knuckles!
Everyone’s got some shit to vent right now… but at this moment all eyes are on you: the champion.
The <span class="mu-s">WORTHY</span>.
And yet the parasite inside of you cowers in the darkest corner it can find. It’s <span class="mu-i">MORTIFIED</span> right now, you can feel it! You didn’t just conquer Hauser and Smythe…
You defeated the alien pest that dared to try to collar an <span class="mu-s">IRISH-ITALIAN!</span>
Even Smythe’s worms seem to cower as you approach his trembling form… if your parasite told them the shit going on with you they’re <span class="mu-i">BOUND</span> to be freaking out! Regarding Smythe like a pile of human garbage, you pause for a moment to snatch his <span class="mu-s">STUPID TACTICAL BOOMERANG</span> out of the air as it whizzes past your ear!
The security chief sputters something through his broken, bloodsoaked jaw, but you can’t understand it, not that you wanted to. This jackass would’ve killed everyone on this mountain if it weren’t for your friends coming to the rescue…
… and he would’ve done it with a <span class="mu-i">smile</span>.
The security goons that haven’t been beaten into catatonia or riddled with bullets watch in silent horror as they await your final decision. Even Hauser, the man that was so full of bluster before, lies silently on the ground knowing full well that he’s only in control of two things now:
Jack, and <span class="mu-i">SHIT</span>.
And Jack left early.
All eyes are on you now… time for the <span class="mu-i">digestivo</span>: one last treat before you close for the night…
What do? <span class="mu-s">NO ROLLING, JUST CREATIVITY.</span>
INVENTORY:
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh>KNOCK HIS ASS OUT–DEATH’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS GUY.>GIVE HIM BACK HIS BOOMERANG A FEW TIMES!>BLAST ‘EM.>BASH HIM LIKE A PINATA!>ANY VOLUNTEERS WANNA HELP FROM THE AUDIENCE? (WHICH CHARACTER(S)?)>WRITE-IN! 