>>5223983“If you uh… go <span class="mu-s">MIA</span>...” He begins…
Why the <span class="mu-i">HELL</span> would you go to the <span class="mu-i">National Institute on Aging?!</span> Get your head in the game, Berry!
“I said ‘<span class="mu-i">MIA</span>’!” Art growls as he deftly dodges your attempt at flicking his helmeted forehead! “If you go <span class="mu-i">missing</span>, you ass!”
Oh. Well they already know the chain of command, you continue as you give your <span class="mu-b">VICE-COMMANDER</span> a knowing grin.
“... the raccoon <span class="mu-i">can’t</span> be in charge, Stan.”
Says who? Oh, that’s right: the <span class="mu-b">CURRENT QUEEN OF THE TEAM, THAT’S WHO!</span> When no one continues to argue the point, you settle the dispute with a haughty ‘<span class="mu-i">hmph</span>’! Damn right! As your <span class="mu-b">VICE-COMMANDER</span> pauses mid-swing to give you a wink, you prepare once more to hop down the hole.
“Careful, now…” Sybil mutters under her breath, “There’s bound to be traps on the way down…”
In that case, you sigh, <span class="mu-i">you’ll</span> take point. Last one down’s a rotten egg!
Hopping in with the customary ‘<span class="mu-i">CAN OPENER!</span>’ shout, you let gravity do its thing as you keep your eyes peeled for traps!
“Oh look–there they are!” Ly remarks as you spot them as well! Lining the rough edges of the hastily-dug pit are several <span class="mu-r">SCRAP METAL SPIKES</span>--their sharp edges reddened with an unhealthy amount of rust! Not wanting to get a <span class="mu-i">Tinnitus</span> shot later, you activate your <span class="mu-g">BONE ARMOR</span> and <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS</span> and prepare to clear the way for your friends!
<span class="mu-b">ROLL 1d100+5 TO SLICE N’ DICE! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!</span>
