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Every movement hurts. Even with Nats hiding deep inside your body, you still feel a burning sensation in your eyes as you approach the bony bastard on the floor, but that doesn’t stop you–at this point nothing could.
“<span class="mu-s">S-STAY BACK!</span>” Whimpers the once powerful mage as he struggles to cast a spell at you! “<span class="mu-s">I… I COMMAND YOU!</span>”
You can’t help but shake your head at that. So this is the mighty and powerful <span class="mu-r">TIM,</span> huh? ‘<span class="mu-i">Today… this place… To’MARROW’... the world</span>’?
“<span class="mu-s">COWARD!</span>” Hisses the mage as you slowly draw your <span class="mu-g">CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION,</span> “<span class="mu-s">This… this is but a mere SETBACK! I always return–-ALWAYS!</span>”
Yea, well, you sigh as you take aim at his chest, not <span class="mu-i">this</span> time, pal!
“<span class="mu-s">WAI-</span>”
Whatever he’s peddling, you ain’t buyin’. With the cold, detached look of an overworked Evening Sanitation Coordinator, you empty the gun into his body–each blast reducing his tattered cloak and weathered bones to <span class="mu-i">VAPOR</span>!
<span class="mu-i">THIS</span> is for <span class="mu-b">THE TRIO,</span> you snarl as you take out his left leg!
<span class="mu-i">THIS</span> is for <span class="mu-b">ANDRE!</span> You add as his right leg is next to go!
<span class="mu-i">THIS</span> is for <span class="mu-b">POPS AND THE JOPLINERS,</span> you roar as his right arm is reduced to dust!
<span class="mu-i">THIS</span> is for <span class="mu-b">TEEVOR, RODHI, AND THE OTHER ATLANTEANS!</span>
You hesitate when all that’s left is a whimpering, quivering torso and skull.
“Man,” remarks Ly as you replace your shotgun with <span class="mu-g">GRAMP’S RIFLE,</span> “ta’ think we used ta’ be <span class="mu-i">SCARED</span> of dis’ creep!”
Feeling your skeleton help you aim your rifle with your weary, shaky arms, you paint an invisible target on <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> pitiful skull. <span class="mu-i">THIS</span>, you conclude, taking your time with each syllable, is for <span class="mu-b">LY, NATS, THE GANG, AND EVERYONE ELSE!</span>
“<span class="mu-s">NO! NOOO-</span>”
The shot rings out across <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER</span> signaling the end of the horror… for now, at least. As The Lich’s eyes dim into nothingness, the whole fortress stands still as you fall to your knees… and let loose an Earth-shaking <span class="mu-s">VICTORY SCREAM!</span>
Watching the flocks of lingering <span class="mu-r">FLYING SKULLS</span> become inert mid-flight, you feel a tickling feeling in the back of your chest as the reality settles in: you DID it.
… until <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
>CONTD.
