You’re out of your depth here, that’s for damn sure. Hell, you’re so out of your depth you’re above the surface! You’re in orbit! What the heck did you get yourself into!?
Riddled with growing anxiety and sweating like a pig in a pressure cooker, you respond to the mysterious knife-owner with a shaky, but polite ‘<span class="mu-i">sorry</span>’!
Your reward is a knife through the gullet.
<span class="mu-r">SCCCHHHKT!</span>
Nah, just kidding! Retracting the blade with a quiet, and dare you say familiar low chuckle, your greeter plops a <span class="mu-b">CLOTH HOOD</span> over your head that smells like the lovechild of garlic and a pig farm! Grody!
“There you are… may as well look the part if you’re going to speak to <span class="mu-r">THE MASTER</span>.”
A faint tremor rocks the tunnel as the name sinks into your brain meat. Err, y-yippee?
“That’s a good attitude!” Laughs your new pal as he guides you down the tunnel, “I’d do it myself, but, well…” Mr. Knife Guy groans as you feel a stump brush against your back. “Ran into a little trouble today, I’m afraid.”
You weren’t sure how many hairs you had on your neck, but at that moment you count each and every one of them standing on-end! T-trouble?
A sigh. “A tale for another time, perhaps. Fret not–it’ll be dealt with in time.” Continuing down the passageway, you hear the faint drone of several voices chanting up ahead…
“Tread carefully,” Adds One-Hand as he ushers you into a wider chamber, the chanting now echoing from the walls, “I have a feeling there will be lots of bad news delivered today… and you know how The Master gets.”
T-totally, you nod with a gulp! Wading through a moat of warm liquid you can’t place through smell or hearing alone, you pass through a circle of chanters–each one of them either sitting or kneeling around the center of the room!
Helping you into a kneeling position, your new friend gives you a reassuring pat on the back! “Worry not, brother–I’ll be watching over you while you commune. If you have any other questions, now’s the time to ask one!”
CRUD! One?! O-okay, well-
>P-Pop Quiz! Who’s The Master, again?>How’d he lose his hand? Gimme the short version!>What am I doing again?>Any last-minute tips?>C-can he take over for you?>Why a CLOCK shop?>Nah, let’s do this!>Write-In!>>6199430Now THAT'S more like it! Thanks, anon!
