Rolled 9, 9 = 18 (2d10)
>>5752331>TurnRolls: spotting, init
>Fire: FLEE>Move: Avoid crabs, move N, N, NE, NE to Z31>>5752391Sports ball suspiciously shaped like Walter's head, but the best part? He's dunking on M A G I C.
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Walter was maniacally laughing. He couldn't stop sputtering and wheezing. Every time he'd start to wind down, he'd look back at the dwindling crabs rampaging and start giggling again.
It was only when he registered the magical bees angrily grinding into his tank that he popped back into reality. The dishevelled Lieutenant tried to lean as hard as he could into his sightline to figure out what the hell was trying to sting him.
"Shoo!" he shouted impotently at the glowing spots at the edge of his visor port.
Suddenly, an alarmed warning from his driver snapped his head around to the front as an old foe reared it's bejewelled head.
"Shit!" exclaimed Walter as he rode out of the fire and into a much closer fire.