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Rolled 91, 53, 8, 37, 50, 75, 40, 85, 46, 83, 49, 80, 37, 61, 48, 87, 27, 35, 77, 18, 90, 95, 21, 92, 66 = 1451 (25d100)
Now that you have a goal and a clear means of getting at it, you embrace the suck.
There are no sun-moon cycles down here, so you mark time by napps n snakks n Ceremonies. The rest of your time awake is spent thinking about gibbing and stalking Diggy Bugg troops to gibb, to see how your Carrionpede Killykilly fits in with the Seek-Rat Ass-Ants riddle-rhymes Seafood taught you.
You begin by testing out the tempo, matching first your foot- and blade-work to it, then, in stages, incorporating what you think the riddle-rhyme is advising.
Seafood said you'd need living bodies for live practice, so okay: when you jump a troop of Diggies the first few rounds you try out combos adjusted to accommodate things you got from the riddle-rhymes.
When you chop enough of their leggs orf, or when there's just one or two left, you slow down, start experimenting with the really minute points that you're fairly certain of. Fine-tuning, like.
This really is a Bosser Martial Art: it's got crossouts n low air ravers n agger lays n wake-ups in all kindsy mixies, and a biiiit of shimmy footsies. It's heaps better than what your <span class="mu-r">Bich Wife</span> got; <span class="mu-r">she</span>'s banking on her basic cheapass ghostyness for hits n hurts n hides. It's not complex at all; no switchups, no bait-punk, nuffin. 1-2-hup, 1-1-hup until it hits and that's it; it's strong, but it's lame. <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">YOUZ</span></span> gart <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">SKYYLZ</span></span>.
After a good bit of butchering Buggz while muttering the mantras like a serial killer, you reach the next stage of understanding your Carrionpede Killykilly: you start to anticipate whatchermacall the Fear Flinch and Fight Flinch and Fail Flinch, so's your attacks end up where their bodies will be without either of you really thinking or acting for it. It's like their bodies are no longer a target, but somehow now <span class="mu-i">part</span> of your attacks; swept up, naturally and impersonally, into a tableau of cut hair and dead leaves, a momentary cosmos with Death in the middle.
>QM rollan which day Gui Li tries again
>any roll under 7
