>>5309881By the time your senses return, you find yourself moving steadily upwards along the ramp. Sputtering back into consciousness, you nearly roll over into the central elevator pit! The <span class="mu-r">STARFISH,</span> you snap, are you still sliding?!
“Oh good, you’re not dead.”
Turning to face the voice, you find Art keeping pace with you sitting atop Vivaldi’s shoulders. “How’s the head?”
It’s uh… you mutter, rubbing your still-sensitive forehead, it could be better!
“Well at least you’re able to describe it, hm?” As if on cue, Sybil <span class="mu-b">BLINKS</span> into existence next to you. Glancing downwards, you find yourself in a similar situation to Art’s, only you’re currently atop Ernesto. With Lil’ Stanley perched on <span class="mu-i">your</span> shoulders, you almost make a cool little tower! Neat!
“Hey!”
Oh <span class="mu-i">great, he’s</span> still around! Looking back in the direction of the voice, you can’t help but giggle a little as you watch Talbot struggling to keep pace with everyone else!
“There are <span class="mu-r">DEMONS</span> around, ya’ know!” He sputters as he jogs up the ramp after the golems, “You jerks had better slow down if you’re not gonna give <span class="mu-i">me</span> a ride!”
“Shoulda’ called ‘<span class="mu-i">dibs</span>’ again, man.” Art chuckles from the safety of his golem. “Maybe in the next few floors or so.”
“Come <span class="mu-i">OOOOON!</span>” The janitor whines! “Just, like, scootch over a bit, Stan!”
Hmmm, you reply as you rub your chin in mock contemplation, you’ll definitely think about it!
“”Hate to interrupt,” Sybil interrupts, “But take a look over there!”
Following her pale finger, you find yourself staring at some kind of <span class="mu-g">DOORWAY–</span>its entrance lit by an unfamiliar jumble of glowing runes!
“Hmmm,” Art remarks as the golems march onwards and upwards, “You think it leads to one of those old labs the witch was talking about?”
“Perhaps…” Sybil muses as she floats at your side.
“Well what are we waiting for?” Talbot wheezes as he wipes a few beads of sweat from his red hair, “Let’s check it out! It’s gotta be better than climbing for a few more hours!”
“Sure,” Art counters, “Unless it leads to a bunch of <span class="mu-r">DEMONS.</span>”
Before anyone can reply, an unearthly cacophony of otherworldly shrieks emanate from the pit below. Peering downwards, you can’t spot anything off the bat, but the sounds don’t lie, man… the sounds don’t lie!
“That’s it:” Talbot huffs, “Either one of you jerks makes some room for me or we duck into that gate. I ain’t makin’ it the rest of the way on foot!”
Man, what a <span class="mu-i">BABY</span>! Weighing your options, you decide to:
>CONTINUE CLIMBING, BUT MAKE ROOM ON A GOLEM (YOURS? ART’S?)>DUCK INTO THE LAB(?) ENTRANCE!>SEE IF THE GOLEMS CAN FLY YOU UP TO THE RIGHT FLOOR!>STAN YOUR GROUND AND FACE THE DEMONS!>WRITE-IN! 