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Well the trip is as uneasy as can BE. The fucking group won't lower their weapons, that means i can't be reloadin MINE. And then there's the midget. Who insist that i must be from an ancient empire that refused to repent and was cursed with being a walking corpse. Now we may be expansionist but the US sure as fuck ain't no empire. And last i checked god wasn't in the habit of making folk walking corpses. Less we want to count Lazarus, but i don' think he counts the same as i do.
"An' tha'ss'a why ye kinna trust a human king ta dig into a mountain! they dinna know what tha fuck they're doing."
I audibly sigh at this, which is impressive considering the lack of lungs to work with. "So can someone explain ta me why the midget don' think he's people?" On second thought probably shouldn't have asked that, i'm getting funny looks from the other-
"Who do ye think yer calling a midget ye decaying bag o' pus an' disease!"
"Am i missing something here?"
<span class="mu-s"> SRRRNK!-CLICK! </span> Suddenly the floor gives way, large metal hinges just pulling the stone from under our feet, Quickly i throw an arm up to grab the ledge, Although, just behind me i hear a shout.
> Roll, best of 4 1d100
> Let me know if you want to try saving whichever one of these guys is behind us. I'm not saying who. Your roll will be harder to pass if you try.
