>>5402540Clenching your eyelids shut, it takes you a moment to realize you aren’t dead. Slowly opening your eyes, you immediately feel a dull pain running through your left hand. Following it to its source, you find that despite having closed your eyes, you managed to parry the mop away from its target!
“Woah… okay, <span class="mu-i">rewind!</span>” Taking another stab at it, Boris’ attack is deflected once more–this time by your right hand! What… what the-
“<span class="mu-i">Jeez, sis, this is the SECOND time I’ve had to put my eternal rest plans on hold… but I guess you DID always need someone to pull ya’ outta’ the fire…</span>”
A cold shiver runs down your spine as you feel an otherworldly presence take root in… your <span class="mu-i">bones?</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Now then… just like we did with Rocky, yea?</span>”
You feel your lips tremble as you get off the ground in front of a stunned Boris.
<span class="mu-i">C-C-Cliff?!?</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Bingo.</span>” Replies the voice over the puff of an invisible cigarette, “<span class="mu-i">An’ don’t worry–everyone else is gonna stop by on the way to the Great Beyond, so just, y’know, do your thing, dig?</span>”
“What…” Mutters Boris as he points his mop your way, “What’s that voi-”
<span class="mu-s">SMACK!</span>
Looking down at your outstretched hands, you feel your strength slowly return as you see your <span class="mu-g">TELESCOPING MOP</span> sitting there after delivering a resounding smack to Boris’ face!
Yea, you nod as you slowly fall towards Earth with a toothy grin on your face, you <span class="mu-i">DIG.</span>
https://youtu.be/X36csxIYVhU<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 1d100+35(+5 BUNNY SUIT, +5 DEMON STRENGTH, +50 CLIFF! -10 DEMON IGNITE FATIGUE, -10 POWER FATIGUE, -5 INJURED) TO BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA BORIS! BEST OF 3! CRITFAILS ARE NO LONGER POSSIBLE–ROLL! ROOOOOOOLL!!!!</span>
