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Rather than take the easy hit on the dazed saw-wielding maniac in front of you, you take things one step further and use your dumbass ankle to your advantage!
Making a show of rising to ‘<span class="mu-i">get</span>’ him, to use the parlance of our times, you immediately seize up and tumble towards his feet! <span class="mu-s">AAAAAGH,</span> you roar as you faceplant directly next to his still-wobbly legs, <span class="mu-s">I NEEEEED A COLD PAAACK!</span>
“Oh noooo, you’ve <span class="mu-i">fowl</span>’in… and you <span class="mu-s">AIN’T</span> getting up! <span class="mu-s">GOOOOOOOOOOOB!</span>”
Bringing his <span class="mu-r">ABS</span> downwards in a dramatic arc, the pesky poultry gives you the opening you need to roll out of harm’s way–well, <span class="mu-i">YOUR</span> harm, that is! Using your momentum from your dodge roll, you sweep your bone shaper through Tory’s knees and cleanly bisect everything below from the rest of his body!
“<span class="mu-s">GOB-</span>BUH!?”
Not keen on letting him fall onto you, you somersault through the twisted turkey’s legs before they, and everything above, crash to the ground!
“Hah!” Ly laughs as your side of the ring cheers, “He don’t got a leg ta’ stand on!”
You don’t get it, but whatever! Rising to your feet, you quickly pirouette in place just in time to see Tory’s torso lunge at you like a poorly-trained dog! Where’d the rest of him go?!
“Stan, look out!”
Yea, Ed, you <span class="mu-i">KNOW</span>!
“His <span class="mu-i">HEAD</span>, Stan!”
“HEY, QUIT KIBBITZING!” Snarls a dog-headed skeleton, “NO FAIR!”
“Your <span class="mu-s">FACE</span> isn’t fair!” Talbot roars before forcing the guys on your team into unwanted high fives! You, on the other hand, just barely notice a train of vertebrae rapidly slithering towards you from your peripheral vision!
As you move to dodge <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> as well, you feel the back of your foot bump against something behind you! Peering downwards, your eyes light up in terror as you see a severed skeleton leg stretched out to trip you! Oh no!!!
“<span class="mu-s">GOB!</span>” Cackles Tory’s head, effectively ruining his side-ambush, “Now this is what I call ‘<span class="mu-i">FOWL PLAY!</span>’”
You don’t get that either, but one thing’s for sure–you’re being attacked on all sides!
<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 1d100-5 (+5 BUNNY, +5 DEMON, -10 ANKLE, -5 THREE-FRONT ATTACK!) TO AVOID TRIPPING, BEING TACKLED, AND ALSO NOT GET BITTEN, PROBABLY! I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
Whoops, Bones fucked up the formatting--guess it's time to call it a night! I'll try to update <span class="mu-g">THURSDAY AROUND 11-12PM PST</span> assuming I don't feel like shit! Hope to see you then!</span>
