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Your eyes narrow and your tongue sticks out as you retrieve one of the <span class="mu-s">MANY</span> <span class="mu-b">THROWING KNIVES</span> you have tucked away in the dagger flophouse that is your <span class="mu-b">LEATHER ARMOR</span>--the process taking a little longer than you would like since you have to dig beneath your <span class="mu-b">ROBE</span> to do so!
With your pointy object procured, you quickly calculate the wind speed, humidity, and the weight of the knife and just how hard you’ll have to toss it to hit your target…
… okay, not really, but you definitely give it some thought before hucking it at the button! Your first throw goes wide, of course, and as it sinks into the goop like a mammoth into a tarpit you’re already lining up the winning throw!
And as <span class="mu-i">that</span> one sinks into the goop like a mammoth into a tarpit you’re already lining u-
And as <span class="mu-i">THAT</span>-
Dang it!
“Hurry, Ant!” Warns TT which <span class="mu-i">totally</span> helps, “Obber can’t shut up for much longer!”
A quick glance behind you confirms the Durher’s words–the warehouse worker’s eyes bulge to worrying width as more and more scheckt oozes out of the factory… and tomorrow <span class="mu-s">THE WORLD!</span>
With one more impassioned throw, you send another knife sailing through the darkness like a bird on a soft, prairie wind–the blade twirling as if carried by Lady Fortune herself and finally hitting the bu-
Son of a-!
Where accuracy fails you, quantity succeeds: chucking a handful of throwing knives at the target rewards you with the sound of a <span class="mu-s">MASSIVE</span> grate creaking open beneath you! Watching Tzah-Tzie scramble like a squirrel onto a nearby wall, your blood turns to ice as your perch and the factory as a whole are both shaken by their very foundations!
A baleful moan heralds the arrival of a <span class="mu-s">MASSIVE, WRITHING BEAST</span> from the depths below–even unseen its presence awakens a primal fear hidden away in the darkest recesses of your fractured mind! A grim, inarguable reminder that man has <span class="mu-i">not</span> filled in every map, has <span class="mu-i">not</span> delved to the deepest depths… and where light flickers in vain desperation, shadow and the unseen horrors that lurk beneath their veil can <span class="mu-s">NOT</span> be extinguished-
“Oh look, it’s eating the scheckt!”
The Spinner’s cheerful words rouse you from your quaking contemplation just in time to listen to the horrible beast slurp up the scalding syrup like a toddler at Flapjack House!
>CONTD.
