>>5301947Bowled over by the shockwave, you barely manage to scramble to your feet as the gentle giant is rended into nothingness–its upper half melting away into a pile of crystalline green roses, the bottom crumbling into a patch of flickering pink ice!
Not fully comprehending what happened to their herdmate, the whales continue their death march as who-or <span class="mu-i">what</span>-ever is manning the <span class="mu-r">CANNON</span> prepares to fire once more! Shaking the rest of your team out of their stupefied catatonia, you drag them all in the direction of the gun’s base–now’s your chance!
“I-It j-just… it just <span class="mu-i">poofed</span>...” Art mutters as both Syb and Talbot stare wide-eyed at the carnage–the latter clearly disturbed, the former spellbound with morbid curiosity. Giving them another tug, you and the others make a break for it while the breakin’s good!
Vaulting over coral, giant clams, and piles of old tires, you’re the first of the bunch to touch your hand to the side of the <span class="mu-r">CANNON!</span> As you try to steady your heaving breath, however, you reconsider when you feel the exterior of the gun fizzle with heaps of magical energy!
Blinking into existence next to you, Sybil stands for a split second before being knocked over by the force of the cannon’s blast! Y’know, you remark as you help her back onto her feet, she might wanna wear some <span class="mu-i">shorts</span> under that sweater of hers if she’s gonna keep falling-
“<span class="mu-s">ZIP IT.</span>” Syb growls as Talbot and Art finally catch up, both boys gasping like they just ran a marathon… while being shot at by a <span class="mu-i">cannon</span>.
“<span class="mu-i">W-we…</span>” Art wheezes as he rests his hands on his knees, “<span class="mu-i">W-we made it…</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">Did…</span>” Talbot pants, barely noticing the catatonic raccoon’s claws dug into his shoulders, “<span class="mu-i">Didn’t even… break a sweat… ha ha…</span>”
<span class="mu-i">Sure</span> ya didn’t, you smirk before taking a peek inside the gun’s guts. Sure enough, nestled behind the conduit you, uh, <span class="mu-i">sampled</span> earlier is a small <span class="mu-g">HATCH–</span>one that gives a bit when you tug at what you assume is the handle!
“Step back, Stan–won’t take a sec!” You barely have time to duck to the side as a metallic tendril snakes over your shoulder and yanks the hatch clean off its hinges! Letting in drift in the water beside him, the janitor gives you a smug grin.
“After you!”
Charming. Peering into the cramped crawlspace, you’re happy to find that it’s lined by a dim, purple conduit running all the way through it!
“Well then,” Sybil mutters as she smoothes out the bottom of her sweater, “Shall we? I’ll, er, cover our rear.”
“Why?” Talbot asks, earning an icy glare from The Goth in response. “... oh. Right.”
<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 1d100+10 TO CRAWL THROUGH (+5 BUNNY SUIT, +5 NATURAL JANITOR HABITAT)! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS! If you’d like to crawl through in a different order, WRITE IT IN, DUDE!</span>
