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And tread lightly you do! Bidding your pals on the surface to keep in touch, you, Syb, and Lil’ Stanley follow what used to be a path deeper into the muck. Despite the lack of maintenance, the trail still proves to be useful: aside from a close encounter with some freaky-looking and <span class="mu-i">very</span> curious feather duster worms, your descent downward goes, for the most part, unhindered.
“Can’t be far now.” Sybil hisses in a hushed tone as she drifts alongside you. “Lots of life ahead, includ-”
Before she can finish, a low, rumbling roar reverberates throughout the water–its origin hidden far ahead beyond the dim outlines of rocky crags in the dark waters ahead. Prying Lil’ Stanley’s white-knuckle’d claws from your head, you take the news about as well as you can given the circumstances. Didn’t we <span class="mu-i">KILL</span> that tentacled bastard?!
“It would seem that bomb Boris and his associates planted didn’t destroy the beast…” Sybil remarks as you continue onward, albeit a little more quietly. “I suppose that’s one reason we haven’t encountered much resistance traveling to this lab… aside from the obvious reasons, of course.”
“Call me paranoid,” Ly remarks as you and Syb duck under a coral growth the size of a tour bus blocking the path, “but I’m thinkin’ we’re in for a surprise or two once we get there. Remember dose’ footprints? And da’ usage logs?”
Yes, you hiss, dipping your head a bit for Lil’ Stanley to sock an aggressive eel in the jaw, you <span class="mu-i">remember</span>, okay? The real question he oughta’ be asking is ‘<span class="mu-i">WHO CARES!?</span>’
Startled by your outburst, a school of bioluminescent fish dart away into the darkness around you as the path takes you deeper into the rocks. All you need to worry about, you continue, is taking out that <span class="mu-r">SEA WITCH…</span> if she’s still alive, that is!
“It’d certainly save us a lot of trouble if she <span class="mu-i">wasn’t</span>...” Sybil sighs as she shoos a crab away with one of her boots. “Not that we haven’t already gone through quite a bit of it already.”
As long as that <span class="mu-r">SHITHEEL BORIS</span> didn’t crush her with his massive ego or something, you’ll be happy!
“Haven’t seen dat’ guy for a while, have we?” Ly adds as if remembering a fond memory. “Think they’re goin’ to dat’ <span class="mu-g">GALA</span> or whatever?”
Here’s hoping–That gives you <span class="mu-i">plenty</span> of time to put this bitch on ice! Emboldened by your own words, you nearly trip over yourself as the path gives way to a sheer drop into a massive trench! Stumbling into Syb’s outstretched arms, you give her a nod of thanks before adjusting your hat–that was close!
“Yes…” The Goth replies in a hushed tone, “<span class="mu-i">VERY</span> close.” Following where she’s pointing, your eyes widen when you see it: nestled among another cluster of <span class="mu-g">ATLANTEAN RUINS</span> rests a very familiar and <span class="mu-i">very</span> human invention:
A wrecked <span class="mu-r">SUBMARINE!</span>
>CONTD.
