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Rolled 7, 3 = 10 (2d10)
No sense waiting overlong; without Pouchy at your side you can't make fire. If you stay here until the spells wear orf QM 1d1000 = 353 minutes; nearly 6 hrs you might be too fugged up from cold and fatigue to fight.
These freezy bastitches don't look like they eat or sleep.
Might as well get on it while you're fresh.
Finishing the little drank remaining on the toppled small cart, you wrap your hands to the elbow and legs to the knee in cushions tied with strips of carpet.
That done you pess on them, glazing the front side of them with yellow rime.
Smearing your armpits on Blew Bewbz face one last time, you go on all fours and brace your feet on the toppled couch.
Taking the best aim you can, you kick off into the Sord Wall and huddle into the smallest lump you can, hoping to skate fru.
The flying sleeting blades come in at random, chipping and picking at you from all directions. Your skate stops not even midway through from the weight of abuse and you are forced to crawl your way through the worst of it.
Your preparations made a slight difference; at least you're not fully chewed like the Goombas were.
>28Dmg from Sord Screen
>-7Dur
>Toady 10Dur, 6Dur, 30HP
The moment you're past the Sord Screen your world goes painfully white. You drape a second thinny banditchief over your eyes. It barely helps: the high contrary winds carry swirls of snow in curtains, reflecting the hard cool bask coming in from the ceiling and alcoves. It's blinding.
You keep your face down, eyes mostly closed, crawling steadily to one side of the room.
In the howling white come thumps, first here, then there. They don't sound like steps; too long between thumps to be footfalls.
You've decided to crawl
>to the middle of the room, 4 turns.
If the Ovva Ovva Goomba you called up has been taken over by Glassy, most likely it's waiting there, ready to move in on you once the Sord Screen and the White Out zappies run out. None of these Coldies mind the cold; waiting you out would have been best for them.
Well, now they're just gonna get jumped.
Itz weird: you don't remember the walls being so cluttered with biggy blue rokkz conjured sapphire when you first <span class="mu-b">{PILLOWSHEET}</span>ed in here.
There's much less snow clotted on them than the floor; they're new. And different amounts of snow between patches of them too: they appeared at different times.
>nyerrr
>cheapy zappy fukks
You're not sure this is Glassy or va Ovva Ovva Goomba's work; probably both. It doesn't seem to be detecting you, lucky.
Better to keep away all the same...
>DETECTION
>TOADY 82-50-15 vs General Awareness 26-50
>PASS
>91-50-15 vs 41-50
>PASS
>73-50-15=8 vs 63-50=13
>FAIL
Just as you pass the halfway mark and start going towards the middle of the room, a part of your SKUMM KOAT makes a rubbery squeak on an especially clear stretch of ice.
You roll to the side on instinct, and a new blue rokk thumps down near where you had been.
