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Anyone else might have been taken by surprise by now, but not Stanley Parble, no sir! Donning your trusty <span class="mu-g">BONE ARMOR,</span> you manage to shout a warning to the rest of the crew seconds before you find out what ‘<span class="mu-b">CORPSE EXPLOSION</span>’ does, exactly!
… yep, you guessed it.
Still standing in defiance across the lab from their now ex-boss, your new recruits <span class="mu-s">EXPLODE</span> into a shower of bone, fabric, and magical energy! Having hit the deck early, the worst you get is a painful ringing in your armored ears and a few pieces of bone clinking off your shell–the <span class="mu-r">GOLEMS,</span> or what remains of them, however, got a much rawer deal!
B-<span class="mu-s">BAAAAALTOOOOOO!</span> You roar from your spot on the floor! “A-and <span class="mu-s">THE OTHER OOOOOOONES!</span>
“Uch.” The witch groans as she idly brushes the bone dust off of her shoulders, “It’s so difficult to find decent help these days…” Floating closer to your fearsome group of prone idiots, she clicks her nonexistent tongue as you slowly rise to your feet. “But no matter–materials are replaceable, after all…” Locking eyes with the mage, you jab your finger at her before giving the witch a thumbs down! Any last words, ya’ old hag!?
“Too bad, so sad, preemitive, you could have spared yourself and your little playmates from the Class 100 <span class="mu-i">SHIT</span>storm you just invoked…” She chuckles as the water around her churns with rising energy! “But I’m feelink generous, so I’ll cut you a deal: Rather than let my partner deal with your wretched souls, how about <span class="mu-i">I</span> annihilate you all instead?”
Her glowing eyes narrow ever so slightly under her hood.
“I won’t lie: it will not be painless. In fact, it will be painful. How painful, you might ask? Try to imagine the <span class="mu-r">MOST PAINFUL THING</span> your preemitive, knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing little heads can theenk of… and then multiply that by oh, let’s say <span class="mu-r">A DECILLION…</span> Hells, let’s make it <span class="mu-r">TWO.</span>”
You respond with a defiant scoff! Yea <span class="mu-i">right</span>! Like that’s a-
“It’s a real number, Stan.” Sybil growls as she too starts to radiate with magic! “But it doesn’t matter, because we’re going to inflict that <span class="mu-s">TENFOLD</span> on her!”
“Can we quit talking about math crap, please?” Talbot groans as he raises a very eager and <span class="mu-i">very</span> angry Lil’ Stanley in one of his tentacles like a fuzzy flail!
>CONTD.
