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Sorry about the delay, hiroshimoot's shit kind of FUCKED with me.
You continue to verbally abuse the expressionless monster while it idly blocks your way. You throw out every insult that you can think of, and get rather creative with a few more all while you begin to gather up materials. Materials of a very, very flammable sort. You create wood shavings from a nearby shelf for easy-to-light tinder, thanks to your bowie knife. You dismantle said shelf into harshly varnished firewood that'll likely give off toxic fumes. You even toss the wolf head on top of it, and tear down a nearby curtain to toss on it all.
"Alright, you stupid fuck, let's see how much you like the kind of smoke that'll make the dead cough up a lung." You say, pulling out your zippo and striking the flint roller to light it up. You put the flame to the wood shavings and watch them light up, stepping back afterwards to watch it slowly but surely spread to the rest of the pile.
It's smoking alright. The creature seems to stand there, staring at it for a while as the smoke builds up, the fire rising to engulf the whole pile...before it finally gives in and retreats back down the stairs it came from. You grin with satisfaction, wiping some dirt and dust from your hands.
"That should do it. Now to put it out before it goes too far." You say, glancing around. "Uh..." You mumble to yourself, trying to consider what exactly you should do TO put it out. You don't have access to a lot of water right now. Is there a fire extinguisher here?
You rush around what parts of the cabin you have access to, looking for a familiar red canister to put out the flames with and coming up empty. Fuck! Maybe you can smother it with dirt? You slip back out the front door as the fire starts to spread to the flooring, and licks at the ceiling above it. You grab handfuls of moist dirt from outside and stuff it into a makeshift basket you make by holding out your shirt, bringing it back in to throw onto the flames.
It doesn't seem to do much, even with an entire shirtload. The ceiling is now on fire. It's spreading, far quicker than you expected. The smoke is burning your lungs and stinging your eyes. You step back outside, coughing, and turn to look at your Grandfather's Cabin. Which is currently in the process of being consumed by a fire that <span class="mu-s">you</span> started. All of those heirlooms, memories, and resources...doomed to be lost thanks to your mistake.
>Don't give up, keep trying to put the fire out. It'll be hard, but damn it, you can't have let this trip be for nothing!
>It's a lost cause, champ. Go back to Ishmael's. At least the extra smoke will make it a safer trip.
>Something else...? (Write in!)
Clever ideas always welcome, and could provide bonus dice to things you try. Never forget it! Of course, bad ideas could always do the opposite...
