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Your first instinct, however misguided it may be, was to track down that red-haired she-menace you were supposed to help into the party. You could chalk it up to your gentlemanly nature, of course-it’s certainly not safe for a young lady like her to tromp through the woods at night looking for a… what was it again?
A <span class="mu-i">Scoop</span>. Riiiight.
Doubly so when the <span class="mu-s">PARTY QUEEN</span> made it very clear to you that bad things would happen if scoopworthy material leaked anywhere besides her ears. Mina has a talent for making things clear through menacing stares, that’s for sure!
Most importantly, however, Pepper <span class="mu-i">OWES</span> you! Sure, things might have gotten a little wacky down by the docks, but unless there’s another red-haired jerk traipsing around the trees you’re pretty sure she found a way in.
That, you reason, means you deserve that <span class="mu-s">FAVOR</span>.
Your wild imagination, and golly does it get <span class="mu-i">WILD</span>, is only vanquished by your survival instincts triggered by the sound of someone, or some<span class="mu-s">THING</span> creeping through the misty underbrush bordering your storage shack cell! Normally you wouldn’t think much of it (not that you thought much of things in general), but you scarcely begin to perceive the noise before it suddenly goes silent.
Like it <span class="mu-i">knows</span> you know.
Anyone else would probably beat a hasty retreat for the safety of the <span class="mu-s">MANSION</span>-where the creature comforts of light, music, and underage drinking waited with open arms in a two-story monument to hedonistic teenage bliss… but you’re not <span class="mu-i">anyone else</span>, damn it!
You’re <span class="mu-s">DIESEL CRASH,</span> and your ma and pa didn’t raise no <span class="mu-s">JABRONI!</span>
Cocksure and undaunted, you traipse off in the direction of the noise with the sole purpose of identifying it. It’s slow-going, of course, but with the added help of your <span class="mu-s">CELLPHONE FLASHLIGHT</span> you quickly track down your quarry:
A twig snapped in half in the center sitting in an indentation large enough to be a
<span class="mu-s">-CRNCH!-</span>
<span class="mu-i">Foot</span>!
>ROLL ME 1d100 for absolutely no reason at all! Yep! I’ll take the BEST OF 3 ROLLS! Thanks for participating in this survey!
