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>David, time to kill. Remember to use the grease first and then the explosives.
>Grease + Explosives
Effervescent siren call of despair that lured the remains of the expedition, to sit down and rest in placid blights.
Corrosive mentality spread by these creatures with social mask.
They sang serene perversions that were honest.
"Just sit down and rest a bit, join our wicked table so the rest of the world feels less obscene, less evil."
And the table becomes norm, so the world becomes a distant dream of failure.
Of what use is a strong will if it turns against its master?
A point of transcendence would have been found if not for the petulant megalomaniac in the room.
David's ego of him was so absorbed in his delusions of him that he proved impervious to outsiders influence.
The distorted worldview rectified the corrupted perception of the situation.
And in his self-enforced delusions of him he decided to become a star.
He began to pour the grease on the floor of the banquet floor, trying to cover as much as possible.
The abominable noble like ignored it or cheered him on.
The twisted host even getting some of it poured into his wine glass from him.
The expedition men on the other hand were shocked out of their blues.
The implication of a fiery death creating an urgent need to flee.
The need became an imperative he produced the explosives from his bag.
The quiet departure became a thunderous escape as he lit the short fuse.
The maniac could have escaped, he could have taken a chance to risk failure.
But he was too greedy and in his selfish desire of ascension, he decided to shove the explosives down the Host throat.
[Reduces DC by 6, David dies]